On its way to BED, the chicken crossed the road every single week!! This week was the last time.

I am pleaaaased. Pat on the back. WE SENT OFF BED!!

To those of you who know anything about me, since I've moved to Rotterdam, you know this magic word- BED. Bed is  a bar near my house, I've gone there every week since I moved, and it is by far the best bar in the world, as far as I am concerned.

Tonight was the last night of the old Bed, Bed as we know it. Starting from next week, it'll be a new place, and from what I've heard, it'll be great.

But to me, this Bed was THE Bed. To me, it's the end of a small era. Since many of you don't know what I am talking about, imagine a bar where you feel like home. A bar where the bouncers high-five you every time they see you, cos they've seen you a hundred times. A bar where  you know for sure that these bouncers have your back, no matter what. A bar, where the staff greets you. Where you know their names, and when fights broke off, you screamed out their names and they fixed it and protected you. A bar where you've not only got many drinks "on the house" but you've had drinks for free cos you were simply hanging out with the staff. A bar where you danced on the top of the bars, probably more times than you can even count. And yes, a bar you've been hit on, every time you were there, and let's face it, you felt good about it. Yes, a bar where they play music you can dance to. A bar where, as soon as you walk in, it changes your mood. And a few more things, but that's between me and Bed. For my first... 4 months in Rotterdam, Bed was my home. I've been there at least once, every week.

And tonight was the last night, at this particular location. Of course I was there.

Nevermind the free drinks, never have I felt more like home! Free drinks is not what makes you special, pretty girls get them all the time. But being treated almost as equal, being shown some secrets that no-one sees, being told plans about the future, feeling like you belong to a select few who are so intrinsically connected........that is the sort of stuff that get you to sit down at 05.36am and write.

The last night, we sent off BED with a BANG! Lots of dancing, we set the bar on fire, I got up and danced on the bar and then everyone followed, some Russian girl actually stripped down to her bra and thong, we danced with the staff, got splashed with soda from the tap, got covered with napkins, were blasted with oxygen from a small pressurised tank, most of the staff danced topless, they poured drinks from the bottles in the mouths of thirsty customers, and the rest got small bottled shots. That is not all, but it's enough for you....my dear reader.

I am sober, but this experience is something that makes you question your reality.

And yes, I got an awesome memorabilia from the bar, I cannot share what it is but when I asked "would that be OK with the owners?" and getting a response. "I don't know, but it's OK with me...", it made me smile. If I mean 1/10 to Bed of what Bed means to me, then I will smile.

BED is dead. Long live BED!!