Recently I went out during the week, as I tend to do, often to the sacrifice of my weekends. My friend and I were wanding towards our normal spot (3 bars where they do know our names, groan). En route, we passed LANX. I recalled that last term, when I went out to the International Student Borrels, it was held here and they sold cheap drinks. It was COLD, and it had been months since I'd stepped foot in that place, so I proposed we pop in for a quick one.

Upon entry, I didn't take the normal route but rather pried open a set of double doors leading directly into the main bar area. I notice 2 things. 1) There was no music, in fact near silence in the large room. 2) The room is full of people- well dressed, young, and all of them turned to stare right at us. Cool party. "Walk to the bar" I whisper to my friend, and we march side by side. I attempt an order of two young ginever with ice and lemon. "Do you have a card?" asks the bartender, amused. "Hah?" He knows we don't belong. He explains that we cannot take a drink without a special card. Another LANX employee walks up to us and asks us if we are a member of this club. Member? Club? This place is a dump by Amsterdam standards. Mind you, we are still being watched by, well, at least it felt like everyone! I say no, of course not, I do not have this special card, I only have my ABNAMRO! She explains that this bar is a special fraternity club, and it was a very special fraternity night. And, we had just crashed their party. She then says that she'll go ask the guys in charge if we are allowed to stay, turning to inquire the two suited young men standing right behind her. No. No! We are not allowed, and, we must leave- Now!

HAHAHAHAHA Oh my oh my, the hilarity. Do you feel me? I mean, we must've rolled out of that place, belly laughing all the way. I never thought I'd come across a frat party just like those I knew in my university days back home. I don't want to insult anyone, especially if they will send out a goof troup to break me for offending their important society. I just found it very, very funny, simply, because at a cheap bar, with smelly interior where new, young international arrivees grind on the tabletops on any other night, we were booted in a big way, in front of a crowd of young people just like us, except that instead of pearls we had on red lipstick. First time for everything (well, at least in this country). The night didn't end there..