Back from A-DAM. It was very interesting in Amsterdam (to say the least). Basically, it seemed like the mecca for young American boys to go and smoke pot with their fraternity brothers. With that said, we did have a good time. Friday night went out to a late dinner of tapas. Drank quite a bit of sangria with Chilly Milt and Lupes. Headed over to a coffee shop and watched folks get wratched.

Saturday slept in until 1:00 - lazy ass bitches. Lupes and I were sharing our funkdafied double euro bed room. Got up and went to Harvey’s for breakfast. It was a bit much watching people smoking bong rippers with their eggs.

chills n thrills

Decided that I, too, would partake in the drug culture of A-Dam by taking some herbal Ecatasy - called FINAL E. Ok, I’m lame, but I really didn’t want to buy some chemicals off someone on the street, so I thought i’d give this a go… Ate 6 big ass tablets and then headed on the tram to the Van Gogh museum.

van gough is calling lupe

By the time we got to Van Gogh, I was ready to cut my damned ear off. Talk about the Final E - fucking sick shit - just made me feel all jumpy and sweaty. Took the audio tour which was pretty damned cool, I highly suggest it to everyone. We all left and wandered around the streets looking for dinner and somehow ended up in the Red Light district - which traumatized poor Lupes.

After dinner, we were going to take disco naps and then head out again, but basically, I ended up staying in playing games on my Palm pilot…

Sunday, woke up early and went to have pannekoeken. Walked to the Anne Frank house where there was a long line of more Americans. Paid our 14 guilder and went into the house. It was barren and slightly strange. It wasn’t exactly all that interesting, but I guess it’s just one of those things that you have to see. Bought the diary and then went to another coffee shop. Lupes and Milt forced me to eat a space cake - why is it that stoners always want to share their stonerness? Drank a beer and headed to the airport. By the time we reached Schnipol, I was MALOADED! Drank a few more beers and then Lupes and Milty left me there - about to pass out.

wasted in schnipol

Argh. So, I’m back and my throat hurts.

* At the request of Chilly Milt, I had to remove any scandalous A-Dam pictures.