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A night at The Underpants
Jan. 14th, 2007 01:54 amI went to the evening part of the event I posted about recently. De Onderbroek is in the basement of the building called De Grote Broek (literally, The Underpants resp. The Big Pants) which is named after the street it is in (Van Broeckhuysenstraat).
Since the place is/used to be a semi-illegal bar in a squat, one gets in by knocking on a big door, then you are looked at through the letterbox, and if you seem to be not the police, the door opens slightly (because it is blocked from opening further). Inside you are scrutinized and if there's a band playing or some other special event you have to pay a few euros to some people sitting behind a table. Then you may descend the steep and narrow staircase into the darkness (and/or oblivion, but that depends on how much you're going to drink).
This time however, it went different. There was a sign on the door "Entry via the other side", so I dutifully went around the block and entered via De Klinker (lit. clinker as in brick) where there were still lots of people from the earlier part of the programme. I navigated myself through the insides of the building until, after a couple of wrong turns, I got to the inside side of the previously mentioned door. The people from behind the table were just removing the sign from the outside of the door. I suppose they were wondering why they had had nothing to do. Anyway, I paid my euros and went down the stairs. It was still fairly empty and no dancing was going on yet.
I was expecting at least some familiar people there, but no. Fortunately there was plenty to look at and there was even some careful dancing before I finished my first bottle of beer. There was a short "diabolic" performance, actually the same one as at the Gobi Herfstfeest (which I apparently didn't write about in lj).
After that there was more tendency towards dancing, so I joined the dancing activity. That may have been around 23.30 or so. I hardly ever stopped until 3 (apart from some needed toilet breaks, for which one needed to go up the stairs again).
Upstairs in a quieter loungey area they were showing the Rocky Horror Picture Show on repeat, which is always a good idea. I crashed and relaxed there for a bit when I was exhausted from the dancing, before I went home.
During the evening I came to the conclusion that this place, anarchistic as it may be, needs a dress code: people should wear at least proper underpants. Why else go to a place called De Onderbroek if you're not even wearing one? However I noticed on at least two girls (while they happened to be bending over) that they were wearing what we dutch pejoratively call "reetveters" (lit. crack strings). Attractively coloured though, I must admit: there was a red one worn under black pants and a black one worn under red pants, just my favourite colour combination... but far too sexy to behold for someone who is single.
Since the place is/used to be a semi-illegal bar in a squat, one gets in by knocking on a big door, then you are looked at through the letterbox, and if you seem to be not the police, the door opens slightly (because it is blocked from opening further). Inside you are scrutinized and if there's a band playing or some other special event you have to pay a few euros to some people sitting behind a table. Then you may descend the steep and narrow staircase into the darkness (and/or oblivion, but that depends on how much you're going to drink).
This time however, it went different. There was a sign on the door "Entry via the other side", so I dutifully went around the block and entered via De Klinker (lit. clinker as in brick) where there were still lots of people from the earlier part of the programme. I navigated myself through the insides of the building until, after a couple of wrong turns, I got to the inside side of the previously mentioned door. The people from behind the table were just removing the sign from the outside of the door. I suppose they were wondering why they had had nothing to do. Anyway, I paid my euros and went down the stairs. It was still fairly empty and no dancing was going on yet.
I was expecting at least some familiar people there, but no. Fortunately there was plenty to look at and there was even some careful dancing before I finished my first bottle of beer. There was a short "diabolic" performance, actually the same one as at the Gobi Herfstfeest (which I apparently didn't write about in lj).
After that there was more tendency towards dancing, so I joined the dancing activity. That may have been around 23.30 or so. I hardly ever stopped until 3 (apart from some needed toilet breaks, for which one needed to go up the stairs again).
Upstairs in a quieter loungey area they were showing the Rocky Horror Picture Show on repeat, which is always a good idea. I crashed and relaxed there for a bit when I was exhausted from the dancing, before I went home.
During the evening I came to the conclusion that this place, anarchistic as it may be, needs a dress code: people should wear at least proper underpants. Why else go to a place called De Onderbroek if you're not even wearing one? However I noticed on at least two girls (while they happened to be bending over) that they were wearing what we dutch pejoratively call "reetveters" (lit. crack strings). Attractively coloured though, I must admit: there was a red one worn under black pants and a black one worn under red pants, just my favourite colour combination... but far too sexy to behold for someone who is single.