Can you please show me on the doll where the man dutched you?

Yesterday was what the Dutch call "2nd Kerstday" or 2nd christmas day. I figured what better to way to celebrate than to hit the pub. So I did. I wasn't really drunk when I left, drank 4 massive beers (probably equivlent to 1.5-2 bottles) then came home and continued to drink. I learned a valuable lesson about foreign beer. Don't mix the high alch % ones with the low once you've been drinking awhile. Noted

I've been walking around the town everyday. Just exploring the area around my parent's house, shotguning a cigarette or two, and getting some exercise.

Nothing really to tell y'all. I think Sekou and his brother are coming tomorow, that'll be cool, but I don't know what we'll do besides drink and...well drink.

There's no "pub" in euphoria, but there should be

Yesterday...again not a very exciting day.

My mom and I went to the market street to get some food for dinner. It's essentially an alley with all sorts of junk and fresh food. Junk for tourists and the food is, of course, for locals. Afterwards, I went for a walk by myself.

I walked over the Amstel river. As I rounded to the corner to the tram stop, it left. Dejectedly, I walked up to the stop and spent the next 15mins of my life staring at a building. It wasn't an interesting building at all. 15mins came and passed and I got on the tram with my destination being: the photostore. My parents told me to get off at the wrong stop, so I had to ask for directions then walk down quite a ways.

For some reason, I get this strange satisfaction when people intially speak Dutch to me. It's like the illusion is complete, I blend in. The look I get when my excellent form of Americanized English hits their ears. It's like I just shot them with the uncomfort gun. Just makes me all tingly inside.

The chick in the store did this, that's why I brought it up. I asked her if she had any 35mm b&w film. She handed me 120mm... Apparently, when an American uses the metric system, normal comprehension functions shut down for Europeans. I eventually bought both types in resign. Perhaps it was because I knew where I was going next.

I walked out of the photo store, only to see the tram leave again... So I walked. I honestly couldn't tell you how far it was, for I wasn't really paying attention. Maybe a mile or two. I was very pleased when I made it to where I was headed, my favorite neighborhood pub.

It wasn't very crowded, so I sat down by myself. I asked for a Westmalle and a salami "toastie", which was damn tasty. So ask I sat there, eating my "toastie" and drinking my high alchohol content beer, I realized how very pleased I was. Though by myself, there was nowhere really I would have rather been. I've never been one to down my lifestyle in the states, but man, these eurotrash got the pub right. Lit almost exclusivly by candles, the sandwich had both onions AND green peppers (my favorite), the beer almost has a proof number...heaven. I continued to sit there, after finishing my sandwich, drinking beer. After two Westmalles and a huge Grolsh, I went home.

Apparently, that is the perfect amount of beer to make me want to sleep (essentially 6 beers). And that is what I did. I slept till dinner then watched the Green Mile.

Michael Clark Duncan is quite the actor.

Anyway, today I'm probably gonna spend with my parents. Were going out to dinner and walking around town as well. Chances are Ill bring the digital camera and pop some shots.

My Strange Everyday Life

I don't any of you will disagree, my life is weird. Or perhaps I'm just weird...I dunno.

So here we are again. I'm in Amsterdam, and I'm blogging once again.

After the cancelling of my flight on the sceduled day, I was forced to wake up at 7:30 for my flight yesterday (or was it the day before yesterday...I lose track of time over here). Anyway, despite my 4 and a half hour layover in Houston, my flight when well. I actually got some sleep on the plane for a change and Metal Gear Solid for the ol' PSP kept me more than entertained.

It wasn't nearly as cold here as I expected, though it's pretty cold today.

Really didn't do much yesterday, got my hair cut. Apparently, "just alittle trim," when translated from English to Dutch means, "cut off all my god damn hair." I consulted my dictionary, it really does. The most depressing of all, my sideburns are gone, for the first time since I was like 10. Fortunatly, my hair should grow out in a week or so.

On my walk back to the house, all the while obsessing over my head, the odd started. My dad and I are cruising down the street and we happen upon a porn store. By no means an uncommon occurance in Amsterdam, and me being the person that I am immediatly let out the sentance, "Word, tits," erupt from my mouth. After a look of what could only be described as question from my dad, we happen along a daycare. I stop. Turn around. The name, "Kidz Konnection," is no more than 4ft away from easily the largest poster of bare tits I've seen in my recent years. Kid's love tits too I guess...

I found this disturbing enough to post.

The weird didnt end there. As we strolled up the alley next to the house, a kid prompted me with, "Hey man, buy me a gram of grass?" The kid mighta been 14. Had my dad not been there I probably would have said no a tad more colorfully, however he was. A giggle follow by, "no," had to suffice.

My mom mentions the chick and her parent, whom were hanging out with later in the break, on almost an hourly basis. Ah, whatever.

We'll see if my audience still exists, if so I might have more interesting tales to come.