A band plays in Bethesda, says partner Laine. Many American sports friends go there. Do you want too? We jump in the car and drive in the darkness to the Voorstad of Washington, fifteen minutes from our house. It is a sultry evening full of crackle cabal. The route planner leads to a villa on a hill. It is quiet there. We look at each other. Are we good?

When we follow the driveway over the hill, we will notice a parking space with cars at the back. So there must be something here. We get out and walk to a door where provisional Christmas lights hangs. When we open it, we are in a basement -like soos.

At the entrance, an old man is sitting on a bar stool with a bucket full of banknotes. The entrance costs five dollars, he grumbles. Seven large TVs hang on the wall inside. A band may play tonight, the latest sports performance must also be followed. There is tennis on a screen, a number of other American Football shows.

De Kleine Soos evokes memories from young years. It is a kicked place with a bar, two dartboards and a pinball machine in a corner. The audience is on average a blow older than we do.

“They are sloppy”

It is supposedly the well -to -do bourgeoisie from the suburbs near the capital, although they are sloppy. Visitors are mostly in shorts and t-shirts in groups at the bar or are at round tables. Everyone drinks beer from bottles; The tap turns out.

Laine greets one after the other. Then the band uses. The musicians are also in the sixties, with a stunningly varied repertoire. Songs from U2, The Clash and The Cure follow each other.

Craving for the dance floor

Immediately the first couples report on the dance floor, as if they have been haunting that moment. A high -heeled, blonde woman from in the fifty takes the lead. She is wearing a tipped blouse that makes you see her bare belly. It looks trained.

Her husband shuffles like a wooden klaas. With every song he positions himself strategically with his look towards the TV. When the band Chris Isaak uses and she romantically puts her arms around his neck, he secretly peeks past her. The Kansas City Chiefs have just scored against the Los Angeles Chargers.

“Only mopeds are missing”

After the shuffle number, the canal will go back in it. It is now urgent on the dance floor. The enthusiasm of the Americans surprises me. An elderly man dances consistently out of the size with joy. With a rock number, even the air guitars appear under the neat audience. A woman shares glowstick-Arpanden off. They hang on glasses and shirts and in the hair in no time.

Everyone feels like a teenager again in the soos. Only Mopeds Kieken missing. Every Wednesday there is lineedancing, says Laine when we walk to the car towards the end of the evening. Do you want to go there once?

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