One of the weirdest and most enjoyable experiences that i’ve experienced lately is the Dutch ball. Last saturday at 5:45, i arrived at the Hyatt chaperoned by the rest of my friends who were helping out that night. The room was so beautiful, the theme was bicyles, there were bells on each table and pictures all over the walls. The band were setting up when we walked in. We were sent to a small room in the back to be briefed before beginning. The ten of us: Me, Fien, Benji, Jana, Megan, Midas, Kevin, Augustine, Carlee and Ronja, were introduced to Joost, our leading man for the evening. Joost talked us through the schedule and what we would be doing; selling raffle tickets mostly. Then everyone started to arrive. I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a room full of dutch people but its an interesting experience, especially when the drinks start to make their rounds.
By the end of the evening, we had all given up selling and begun dancing instead, showing the older generations that gently swaying, or doing “dad dancing” as i say it, is not the way to move to songs like “Lady Marmalade”. The looks from the other women were funny, none of the guys could dance, they just stuck to jumping. We collectively managed to make 12 million won in a few hours which is good, although i may have had to resort to blackmail to get it, “you’re killing orphans and bunnies if you don’t buy raffle tickets”.
I have to say it was a fab night, the Dutch ball is definitely an event to remember.
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