I first met my husband-to-be on a very drunken Saturday afternoon in Cor-rupt. I was usually an after-work client, but a friend from The Hague was in Amsterdam for the weekend. Her partner was returning from Saudi the next day, and she was collecting him from Schiphol. Many vieuxs on my part and many biers in my friend’s case were drunk. We were joined by a young man bearing a shopping bag. We had many more drinks and the three of us headed to Pizza Pino when food could no longer be put off. The shopping bag was obviously abandoned…
He called me the next week and we agreed to meet up the following Saturday in Cor-rupt. My only dilemma was, I could not remember what he looked like! On entering the Bar, I stupidly asked Cor to discreetly point him out. The shout went up. “Oy! There’s a woman here asking for you, but she can’t even remember what you look like.” Luckily the man with the shopping bag had a sense of humour.
My friend made it to the Airport early the next morning, wearing the previous night’s clothes and stinking of cigarettes and alcohol. Her partner had an engagement ring in his pocket, but was so unimpressed by her monumentous hangover, especially since he had lived without even a sniff of alcohol while working in Saudi. He kept it for a month before finally asking her to marry him. She agreed and I was their bridesmaid 6 months later.
(Linda D)