Our Mother: You aren't going to smoke the marijuana are you? It's so gross. And stay away from the prostitutes unless you want VD. Those girls will make your genitalia look like you stuck it in glue and rolled around in M&Ms.
Our Father: You're going to have so much fun. (Puts both hands on my shoulder and looks me straight in the eye) Don't try to smuggle pot back to America. Listen to me! I'm serious. Don't put it in your shoe, don't tape it to your thigh, don't put it in Eric's ass. You will go to jail and I swear to God we won't bail your asses out. With that, smoke a shit load of it while you're there.
My Bestfriend: You're going to bring pot back, right? Get the good shit.
My Girlfriend: You should walk through the Red Light District. But if I even suspect you went to a hooker, don't bother coming back. (I laugh) Why is that funny? That's sick? Have some respect for women, hell have some respect for yourself. Most importantly, respect me.
My Boss: You sure you don't want to take the day after you come back off? Won't you need time to ... you know, get everything out of your system?
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That's great!! When are you leaving? We're going to miss your posts around here..
Have a awesome time,...just not *too* awesome..
Dude, I am so jealous.
Of course we expect a full write up upon return.
And keep in mind, Father knows best!
I'll be gone the last weekend of March. Luckily, I'll have my laptop with me so readers might be treated to a few rambling posts.
"You know what they call a quarter pounder over there? A Royalle with Cheese."
That's all I know about Europe. Plus they supposedly like soccer, though I find that hard to believe.
You are one lucky sonofabiscuit, my friend. My Dad went to Europe a few times for business when I was a kid, and I went to Amsterdam once with my parents when I was 11...I think I would enjoy it slightly more now, though.
(We actually ended up in the Red Light District by accident one night...I couldn't figure out why we had to walk two blocks with my Mom's hands over my eyes; I kept thinking we were going to a surprise party or something.)
Can't wait to read your rambling posts! :)
Dude, i've been 4 times. I was stationed 3 hours from there when i was in the army. If you're taking your laptop, remember to write in it frequently so you can remember what you did when you get home.
Try the Northern Lights, And Go to a "Smart Shop" and try the shrooms. You only live once!
Vaya con dios mi amigo!
Hmmm, that actually sounds pretty close to the respose I get every time I travel up to the Sunshine Coast from Brisbane...
To put a couple of things straight:
1) Mushrooms are not for sale anymore, for they became illegal last year.
2) Also last year, about 25% of the Red Light District windows were closed, and more will follow soon.
3) Royal with Cheese is a French quarter pounder, not a Dutch one. We drown our fries in mayonnaise...
Also: be carefull with the Dutch 'grass' varieties (like Northern Lights, White Widow, Bubble Gum, Amnesia Haze etc.): they are VERY, very potent. Even for an experienced smoker! Unconcious tourist on the streets and in the 'coffeshops' in the city center prove that fact on a daily basis.
(Rather try some good hasjish, like polm or super polm... ;-)
Plus: You will be ripped off by locals. Mostly when you least expect it, and/or when you're stoned.
Tip: Rotterdam is only 50 minutes by train, and is much more interesting and friendly.
Half way there, on the same track, is Delft: a very cosy, smaller version of Amsterdam. Everything there is half the price: food, hotels, drugs, drinks. And Vermeer lived and worked there.
Oh, and avoid the Anne Frank House: there's nothing there, it's all NEW (yes, new) and you have to wait in line among fellow-americans.
By the way: all major museums in Amsterdam (except for the Van Gogh) are closed due to rebuilding/renovation. Check out Boymans Van Beuningen in Rotterdam instead.
Enjoy your stay, and 'doei'!, as the Dutch say for Bye. (pron: doo-wee)