AmsterDAYAM.
So, this past weekend I went to Amsterdam, which is in The Netherlands, where they speak Dutch, and where Holland is not a country, but a region of the Netherlands. We figured it out on wikipedia. What Up. Amsterdam is a city surrounded by canals, like Venice. It was the cutest town I have ever seen. It was literally like a fairy tale. And then you walk into the Red Light District.
Me, my roommate Amanda, and EJ left Thursday and arrived that night. We went to a bar and ended up meeting some rando English guys that bought us beer, food, and let us smoke them out. Score! We also had a serious conversation that covered how much England hates Coldplay, how David Beckham is overrated (I disagree) and how English music is better than American music (still undecided, but I lean towards America). Our hostel was within the RLD and it was AWESOME! Our street was filled with coffeeshops and sex stores, and a block away was the legit RLD with the skanky hos in the windows and stuff. All along our street there are these amazing snack shops that are perfect for those people with the munchies, which is to say, everyone. They have fucking chocolate covered waffles, cheese filled hotdogs, french fried with mayo (a norm for the dutch, its actually quite good, especially mixed with kethcup), pizza, and every fried food imaginable. Also, it was really cool, they have this fast food place where you can just buy a hamburger out of the wall, its like a vending machine, but fresh?
Friday we went on a canal tour of the city. Then we decided to go smoke at a coffeeshop and it is unreal. We got high and went to the Van Gogh museum, which was really cool, I fucking love Van Gogh. We walked around the city and whatnot/can’t really remember. We were high pretty much most of the time we were there. Friday night we smoked and drank in the RLD and walked around. We then decided to go to a….wait for it…
SEX SHOW.
and it was eye-opening, I guess you could say. I won’t go into detail here, but it involved a candle, a magic marker, and audience participation.
Saturday we went to Anne Frank’s house that she hid in, which was sad, I will admit that I teared up a bit. After we just walked around and explored the city/got high/can’t remember again. Oh yeah, we split a weed muffin, but split three ways it didnt really do anything. So we decided to smoke more. That night we smoked mas and went to a comedy show called Boom Chicago (it was in english, dont worry) but it wasn’t very funny, oh well. That night we smoked the last of the gram we bought earlier that day and really explored the RLD. It was weird, we were like the only girls in a mass of extremely horny men, so horny they would have sex for 30 euros with these nasty girls. They were either extremely fat, or extrememly skinny, take your pick. None were very good looking and all would tap on the glass or open their door and say come on in, you know you want to, etc. I wish I could have taken a pic, but apparently if you do, then some big guy comes out and takes your camera, I did not want to risk it…
In our hostel there was that token fucked up/always so high he can’t remember his name dude. from california. Every time we went back to the hostel, he was there. We were like, do you ever leave? To get high, he responded. He didn’t even know who the fuck Anne Frank was. For reals? He also told us that he slept with not one, but TWO prostitutes from the RLD. And he got a tattoo of the Amsterdam flag on his neck. What the fuck? Who is this guy?
Anyways, it was a really fun weekend, I’m glad I went. Check out the pics on my website.
