Friday Night Fever

Friday evening, working late shift, trying to get everything done on time. Because ... It 's party time !
Took a quick shower at work, got on my bike and drove to the Antwerpen Bouwcentrum, where the annual new year's reception of the hospital was. Afterwards, there's always a big party, organised by the technical staff of our hospital.
By the time I got to the reception, it was nearly finished. Damn, not a drink to be found, not a nibble left except for some drooly looking olives. My colleague, Kat, stood in a corner, waiting for her boyfriend to show up, with a bottle of cider in one hand and a glass in the other. Tried to steal it from her (the bottle, not the boyfriend), but she just wanted to pour the bubbles into an olive-glass, yuk, so I passed on that one.
Time to go downstairs, where the afterparty was starting. Off we went, turned around the corner to the stairs, and bumped into ... Oh No, my animus and god, the delicious looking new psychiatrist ! ! !
'That's me who did that', Kat whispered, 'I invited him for you, because he wasn't planning on coming to the reception at all. You can thank me for it later. Now let's get him partying!' and she dragged the psychiatrist and another doctor of ours along to the party.
It was the 10Th anniversary of the party going on, so the technical department did an extra effort to make it a special one. They had hired DJ's from the national radio station 'Studio Brussel' and, yeahow, a dance floor with flickering squares, just like the one in the movie with John Travolta.
All right !!! Time to shake some ass !
A nice doctor of our department got us some drinks, and we waited for just a little more, to get in the mood for dancing. The psychiatrist, who is a newbie in the hospital from this year on, just stood there, looking so cute and alone, sipping his drink.
'Go and talk to him', Kat commanded to me, but I told her I couldn't. He's an animus after all, I like them to stay a bit platonic. And, by the way, he has a girlfriend, so cannot get after him anyway.
'Rubbish', she said, 'just go and talk with him. You two 'll get along very nice'. She firmly stepped over to him, dragging me along, and said to him: 'This is Heidi, my colleague, she's a psychologist, did ya know that ?' And then she walked away, leaving me alone with the man. I felt like I could die.
'Are you really ?', he asked, 'I thought you were a nurse?'
'Err, well, actually I am both, but not a therapist though, ehm, experimental and theoretical, ya know, ... ' I muttered. (It's a good thing those parties have dimmed light, because I started to blush very hard by then)
'So you've got two diploma's then, very nice. I dated an experimental psychologist at Uni once, do you perhaps happen to know V ? It's a small world after all, no ?', he shouted in my ear.
Dear lord, yes, I remembered V from university, she's a really special girl, with a weird taste of clothes and a big mouth.
'I know her', I shouted back, happy because I could talk along, 'Isn't she a skinny girl, with a nose piercing? So she's your girlfriend, eh ?'
The man frowned and looked me deep in the eyes: 'She didn't have that when I dated her. But maybe a good thing she isn't my girlfriend anymore then', and gave me a devastating smile that went all the way down to stirr the butterflies in my stomach. Dear Lord, wasn't he gorgeous... what was I doing, huh?
I looked away, searching for an escape route, and saw Kat and Tam, giggling in a corner, watching every move I made with the doc. Grrr, had to get back on those two, little devils, especially on Kat, that is.
I talked a bit more to the psychiatrist, because he told me he didn't knew that much people already in the hospital. He felt a little bit left alone, so I asked him to join our neurosurgery-party-group, telling him we were almost as crazy as the psychiatrists.
We started dancing on the square dance floor, shaking and waggling. (man, did that psy know how to shake ...). The music was great and just when I wanted to go home, they started to play my favorite Golden Earring song. Why does the music always is getting better when I want to go home ?
But this time there was no plane I had to catch, no boyfriend nagging my ears, nobody to take count of. So I started shaking again, going real wild, and stayed for another hour, and another hour and another ... Almost everybody from our department had gone home, only the physiotherapists and me remaining.
Cheers to the technical department, may they happily ever after organise such wonderful parties !
Oh, I 'm obliged to talk about Pete, my friend. He wanted me to promise to not blog about all the silly things he does on our nursing parties. But Petey, hey, I can not promise such a thing, freedom of speech, ya know, sweetheart ? (Don't worry, this blog is about the stupid things that happen to me, not about you)
Erhm, but Pete, have to tell this though : I like partying with you because you get really funny when you're a bit drunk. Don't worry, I 'm not crushing on you or anything (you're me mate, buddy), but I like it when you're tipsy and you don't seem to mind that people get a little bit more 'touchy' with you. Hihi, I do take abuse of that to rub your delicious buttocks a few times, do keep working out, your bum looks great ! But do take me along another time to L'Ilé Afrique to dance, pleaaase ? (Imagine cute looking eyes and begging voice from me along with phrase). I promise I'll help you in your search for a cute, brown, long curly haired girl. (keep searching, you'll find her!).

While I was biking home, early in the morning, birds were already starting to sing in the trees. Suddenly the light came to me : There were 2 V's at university, a tall skinny weird one and a small fat plain one ... The psychiatrist was talking about the small plain one, aarrrrghh, what a mistake to make ... Now I know why he was looking so surprised about the nose piercing. Oh well, duh, I'll have something to talk about when I see him next time then, won't I ?