This morning I woke up with a rolaids level hangover emergency. That's a little more urgent than tums, but not quite mylanta level. All I could find was pepsid AC or "pepsidac" as the woman at the french pharmacy called it.
We packed our bags up and got on the metro for Gare de Nord. A ginormous train station nowhere near as nice as grand central, but at the same time not nearly as ghetto as penn station.
Now were sitting on the Thalys, speeding northwest through the french countryside. Didn't notice any suburbs on our way out of Paris, just direct into farm territory. I have the unfortunate position of sitting backwards on the train facing a guy with freakin giraffe legs and he's totally invading my leg space. That's definitely one thing I noticed about Paris, their lack of recognition of personal space. Walking the sidewalks is like being in a pingball machine on crack.
Just passed Brussels. All I can about it from what I saw is that its really really old and, well, kinda dirty. Some of the blackened stone buildings look like they haven't been cleaned for centuries much like the same pair of jeans I've worn all vacation.
Arrival in amsterdam had me practically jumping out of my train seat and landing directly in a coffeehouse, I was so excited. Which is pretty much what happened, so I write the rest of this completely, totally, absoultely fried stoned.
The first thing I noticed was the bikes. The second, the canals. Thirdy the ladies in the windows. Yowza. It was like canals of sex entwined with streets of sex with a few offshoot strands of sex.
I got rich stoned for the first time at a place near leidseplain. I think he only got a little stoned, but that's the prob with newb smokers. Me, I was toasted. We then had totally fucking deelish indonesian food. And then finally a walk across town and zigzagging the red light district. Not a street was missed. It struck me as pretty bizarre. One things for sure tho... They come in every shape and size. Everrrryyyyy shaaaaaaape and sIiiiiiiiiiiize.
Tomorrow were gonna be cultural (van gogh, anne frank), saturday rent bikes and maybe goto some spa. Otherwise be totally freakin obliterated. Here's to new jobs and getting faced in amsterdam!
We packed our bags up and got on the metro for Gare de Nord. A ginormous train station nowhere near as nice as grand central, but at the same time not nearly as ghetto as penn station.
Now were sitting on the Thalys, speeding northwest through the french countryside. Didn't notice any suburbs on our way out of Paris, just direct into farm territory. I have the unfortunate position of sitting backwards on the train facing a guy with freakin giraffe legs and he's totally invading my leg space. That's definitely one thing I noticed about Paris, their lack of recognition of personal space. Walking the sidewalks is like being in a pingball machine on crack.
Just passed Brussels. All I can about it from what I saw is that its really really old and, well, kinda dirty. Some of the blackened stone buildings look like they haven't been cleaned for centuries much like the same pair of jeans I've worn all vacation.
Arrival in amsterdam had me practically jumping out of my train seat and landing directly in a coffeehouse, I was so excited. Which is pretty much what happened, so I write the rest of this completely, totally, absoultely fried stoned.
The first thing I noticed was the bikes. The second, the canals. Thirdy the ladies in the windows. Yowza. It was like canals of sex entwined with streets of sex with a few offshoot strands of sex.
I got rich stoned for the first time at a place near leidseplain. I think he only got a little stoned, but that's the prob with newb smokers. Me, I was toasted. We then had totally fucking deelish indonesian food. And then finally a walk across town and zigzagging the red light district. Not a street was missed. It struck me as pretty bizarre. One things for sure tho... They come in every shape and size. Everrrryyyyy shaaaaaaape and sIiiiiiiiiiiize.
Tomorrow were gonna be cultural (van gogh, anne frank), saturday rent bikes and maybe goto some spa. Otherwise be totally freakin obliterated. Here's to new jobs and getting faced in amsterdam!
laceyk:
So f'n jealous fucker.....