just kidding , cant wait to read about the some of the nightly and morning T&T's
and the trip to the north sea
Birthday Adventures 4: Romancing the Stoner
Re: Birthday Adventures 4: Romancing the Stoner
hope it goes better with your child 
... but looking forward to this week's uplifting event .. The LuvBong saga 
... but looking forward to this week's uplifting event .. The LuvBong saga Amsterdam Viking warning .. ???
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Re: Birthday Adventures 4: Romancing the Stoner
Sorry to near that, girl. I'm a mama too, know how that can be and pray your child feels better quickly, lt.luvtick wrote:had a sick child.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Re: Birthday Adventures 4: Romancing the Stoner
...oh man...thanks for the concern...she simply had too many sweets and junk food...and got a tummy ache...all is fine now!!!!!!!!
so...without further adieu...
so...without further adieu...
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Re: Birthday Adventures 4: Romancing the Stoner
Day 1 / November 16
Ouch! My neck! I guess I haven’t moved since I laid my head on Bong’s shoulder…now I have a stiff neck! The pain reminds me of where I am…otherwise, I may have not known for a split second that I am not at home. Breathing in deeply, I can smell a faint hint of coffee and food of some sort. Shortly after my nose figures it out, Tammy Faye (did I mention her?) comes on the intercom to tell us they are going to serve breakfast. Not often is the breakfast edible. This one is! It’s a yummy croissant with scrambled eggs and peppers…and a banana and orange juice. Not bad.
(Let’s digress and go back to Tammy Faye…the lead flight attendant. Do any of you know who Tammy Faye Baker is?
This lady rivaled her in makeup… Lucky for us she is the First Class attendant…we get to have the comedian flight attendant…and a pervert sitting across the aisle who had previously been watching our perversity… lol… Makes me wonder what all of them are saying about US! )
After the food trays and trash have been collected, and the coffee/tea/waters have been refilled and consumed, we are told that Amsterdam is approaching. Like the good travelers we are, we return our seats and tray tables to their upright and locked positions and wait with bated breath to touch down. The scenery makes goosebumps pop up all over my arms. Or maybe it’s just that I’m sitting here with Bong… Probably a combination of the two! Eternity finally passes as we feel the aircraft use its brakes and wind resistance to slow us back to an earthly speed. Taxiing to the gate, however, feels like a turtle’s pace. I just want to be “Amsterdaming” already!!!
Once my foot steps over the threshold of the aircraft and into the jet way, the smell of Amsterdam fills my entire being. Running is not an option since there are people in front of me. I could really use a bong hit…or a cone…or a pipe… Nevertheless there is still business: Passport Control, baggage, train, hotel, money exchange, scooter…………………
Throughout the past three trips here, there has always been some sort of problem. Well, this year’s travel goes without a hitch. “Welcome to The Netherlands” is all the Passport man says. Our bags are circling just as we get to the conveyer. Together we brought enough Euros to buy our train tickets and do so in seconds…not the several minutes it has taken in the past. The train is waiting with the doors open when we get down to the track and departs seconds after we get on. I am stunned at how smoothly everything is transpiring!!
Outside the train windows it is still dark. The time is nearly 7:30 am and it is still dark outside. My internal clock is really confused! (Our sunrise happens way before 7:30 am! Even after “falling back” to Pacific Standard Time!) The cities and villages along the way are awakening. Lights in windows warm the darkness between the homes. Dark silhouettes of bicyclists on their way to work and school whisk past like ghostly shadow figures. I am abruptly brought out of my thoughts when the conductor comes over the speaker blaring loud words in Dutch. The sound of the words combined with the steady vibration of the train car makes me feel like I am now entering a portal into a strange, familiar world. The portal doors eventually open and the train car spits us out onto the Spoor in Centraal Station. I can’t help but think about Harry Potter…
Instead of walking through a brick wall, Bong and I walk out the doors. Yay! Amsterdam!! Yay! We share our first kiss in Amsterdam this year…on the bridge outside of Centraal. Now…Voyagers! As we begin to walk away from the station, Bong says he thinks we should veer right. I told him that Voyagers is on the extreme left. I insist. I am right. Lol…
As we pass Coffeeshop Central, I notice there is someone inside. But our destination is Voyagers…just around the corner, if I remember correctly. Yippeekiyaymuthafukka!!! It is!! We are hoping that Highly Blessed is out walking his dogs and lets us in! The building is locked up tight and dark…no sign of anyone…except people commuting and people like us…Neither Bong nor I have HB’s phone number…so we just wait. To keep warm, I jump around and march and, in general, look like a looney tune… Bong mentions wishing we had some smoke. I offer to go over to Central and get a pre-roll since I have Euros. He agrees and I walk the few steps over.
It is so warm in here! I just want to stand here for about an hour! There is a man smoking at the window table, a man behind the counter and another man talking to him. I ask for a pre-roll and the budtender says they don’t have any, but he would gladly roll one for me. Yay! He pulls out this case and opens it. All the weed samples are in here, book-style. It is the way I’ve seen some of the dispensaries in California do it. I tell him that I don’t have my glasses on, or with me, and ask him to help me choose. A nice sativa to wake us up and get us going is my only direction. He rhetorically asks me if I can still smell…I smile and say, “Of course!” Budtender pulls out a bag, opens it and sticks his nose in for a big whiff. Not liking what he smells, he pulls out another bag, and just as before, puts it away. His third choice is accepted and he offers it to me to smell. Smells good to me. Everything smells good to me right now! I haven’t smoked since my garage yesterday morning! Shiva…1 gram…can’t remember the price… As promised, Budtender rolls me a nice cone and bags up the rest…then asks if I need a lighter. Good call, man! I say yes, pay him, and in less than one minute I am back at Voyagers.
Bong is still walking back and forth around the “V” shape of the building, looking for HB is my guess. Like a hero, I light the cone and pass it over to Bong. A deep inhale/exhale quickly lets him know that this is not very good herb. But it is indeed herb and my lungs and brain cells appreciate it. As we finish smoking a voice from behind says, “Bonglord?” We both spin around and see a young man with the BIGGEST smile ever. “Yes,” says Bong. “I’m Sellvegas.” Nice to meet you!!! Not long after our salutations with Sellvegas and we hear Bong’s name being called…in a very distinctive Japanese accent: it’s HIDE!!! (remember…it’s pronounced HE-DAY) Hugs are exchanged and smiles are everywhere. The sun is rising, so I get my camera out.
The moon:
There they are…lots of ‘em:
Voyagers:
That’s SICKMANN:
When I tire of photographing, the luggage is moved around and a couch of sorts is created. Though not warm, it does get me off my feet. When the nine o’clock hour arrives, so does Danny to open the place! Yay, Danny! Howthehell are you?
As the door opens, we are greeted not only by the overnight dude, but two kitties! Meet Smokey and Socks.
Smokey:
Socks:
Danny lets us put our luggage away until our room is ready and makes us two lattes on their new and very awesome coffee machine. Together with Sellvegas and Hide we take a seat on the bench and seats around the table and the first smokeout begins. Three cones are quickly twisted: NY Diesel from Café 420, Kandy Kush (from Voyagers, I think…yes, it is…’cause I just found the menu that I stole…oops…did I say that out loud??? ) and Neville’s A5 Haze (from…can’t read my writing…big surprise…).
Under construction:
The party is shifted over to the table by the window and I sit at the end facing the door. As is typical every year, Hide busts out gifts. Bong is delighted to receive his favorite Happy Time Crackers…
…and grape everything:
The Happy Time Crackers are busted open immediately and the grape everything is being admired by all. Hide then presents both Bong and I our own monogrammed chopsticks! VERY special indeed. Thanks, Hide! In the midst of all the Happy Time Crackers and the cones the big white door is opened and a woman ducks in and hands me one of those delft blue paper bags they give at all the souvenir shops and says she is leaving NOW and has all these leftovers she is giving to me! What? What just happened? I look up and now I have all this stuff:
I thank her profusely as she runs out the door and over to Centraal. The identity of the weed is unknown, but rolled into a cone anyways. Just before the cone is lit, a much mellower Gapie comes in, still with his iconic, “Hey, Mutha Fukkaaaaas!” and handshakes all around. LMFAO!! Yay! NOW we have been officially welcomed to Amsterdam, Gapie-style! Sellvegas had been twisting up some Silver Bubble and now he lights it and adds it to the circle of cones making their way round. Another joint of the “lady’s stuff” is completed and also sparked to join in on the fun. As if to not be outdone, another beauty is added. This one is Super Silver Haze with some Vanilla Haze Hash from Dampkring. I don’t know who the contributor of this lovely spliff is.
At this point I have retrieved my notebook. Up to this point I have been taking notes on the back of my boarding passes! So, I suppose it is a natural break…
Until next week…
Stay tuned…stay stoned…
Ouch! My neck! I guess I haven’t moved since I laid my head on Bong’s shoulder…now I have a stiff neck! The pain reminds me of where I am…otherwise, I may have not known for a split second that I am not at home. Breathing in deeply, I can smell a faint hint of coffee and food of some sort. Shortly after my nose figures it out, Tammy Faye (did I mention her?) comes on the intercom to tell us they are going to serve breakfast. Not often is the breakfast edible. This one is! It’s a yummy croissant with scrambled eggs and peppers…and a banana and orange juice. Not bad.
(Let’s digress and go back to Tammy Faye…the lead flight attendant. Do any of you know who Tammy Faye Baker is?
This lady rivaled her in makeup… Lucky for us she is the First Class attendant…we get to have the comedian flight attendant…and a pervert sitting across the aisle who had previously been watching our perversity… lol… Makes me wonder what all of them are saying about US! )
After the food trays and trash have been collected, and the coffee/tea/waters have been refilled and consumed, we are told that Amsterdam is approaching. Like the good travelers we are, we return our seats and tray tables to their upright and locked positions and wait with bated breath to touch down. The scenery makes goosebumps pop up all over my arms. Or maybe it’s just that I’m sitting here with Bong… Probably a combination of the two! Eternity finally passes as we feel the aircraft use its brakes and wind resistance to slow us back to an earthly speed. Taxiing to the gate, however, feels like a turtle’s pace. I just want to be “Amsterdaming” already!!!
Once my foot steps over the threshold of the aircraft and into the jet way, the smell of Amsterdam fills my entire being. Running is not an option since there are people in front of me. I could really use a bong hit…or a cone…or a pipe… Nevertheless there is still business: Passport Control, baggage, train, hotel, money exchange, scooter…………………
Throughout the past three trips here, there has always been some sort of problem. Well, this year’s travel goes without a hitch. “Welcome to The Netherlands” is all the Passport man says. Our bags are circling just as we get to the conveyer. Together we brought enough Euros to buy our train tickets and do so in seconds…not the several minutes it has taken in the past. The train is waiting with the doors open when we get down to the track and departs seconds after we get on. I am stunned at how smoothly everything is transpiring!!
Outside the train windows it is still dark. The time is nearly 7:30 am and it is still dark outside. My internal clock is really confused! (Our sunrise happens way before 7:30 am! Even after “falling back” to Pacific Standard Time!) The cities and villages along the way are awakening. Lights in windows warm the darkness between the homes. Dark silhouettes of bicyclists on their way to work and school whisk past like ghostly shadow figures. I am abruptly brought out of my thoughts when the conductor comes over the speaker blaring loud words in Dutch. The sound of the words combined with the steady vibration of the train car makes me feel like I am now entering a portal into a strange, familiar world. The portal doors eventually open and the train car spits us out onto the Spoor in Centraal Station. I can’t help but think about Harry Potter…
Instead of walking through a brick wall, Bong and I walk out the doors. Yay! Amsterdam!! Yay! We share our first kiss in Amsterdam this year…on the bridge outside of Centraal. Now…Voyagers! As we begin to walk away from the station, Bong says he thinks we should veer right. I told him that Voyagers is on the extreme left. I insist. I am right. Lol…
As we pass Coffeeshop Central, I notice there is someone inside. But our destination is Voyagers…just around the corner, if I remember correctly. Yippeekiyaymuthafukka!!! It is!! We are hoping that Highly Blessed is out walking his dogs and lets us in! The building is locked up tight and dark…no sign of anyone…except people commuting and people like us…Neither Bong nor I have HB’s phone number…so we just wait. To keep warm, I jump around and march and, in general, look like a looney tune… Bong mentions wishing we had some smoke. I offer to go over to Central and get a pre-roll since I have Euros. He agrees and I walk the few steps over.
It is so warm in here! I just want to stand here for about an hour! There is a man smoking at the window table, a man behind the counter and another man talking to him. I ask for a pre-roll and the budtender says they don’t have any, but he would gladly roll one for me. Yay! He pulls out this case and opens it. All the weed samples are in here, book-style. It is the way I’ve seen some of the dispensaries in California do it. I tell him that I don’t have my glasses on, or with me, and ask him to help me choose. A nice sativa to wake us up and get us going is my only direction. He rhetorically asks me if I can still smell…I smile and say, “Of course!” Budtender pulls out a bag, opens it and sticks his nose in for a big whiff. Not liking what he smells, he pulls out another bag, and just as before, puts it away. His third choice is accepted and he offers it to me to smell. Smells good to me. Everything smells good to me right now! I haven’t smoked since my garage yesterday morning! Shiva…1 gram…can’t remember the price… As promised, Budtender rolls me a nice cone and bags up the rest…then asks if I need a lighter. Good call, man! I say yes, pay him, and in less than one minute I am back at Voyagers.
Bong is still walking back and forth around the “V” shape of the building, looking for HB is my guess. Like a hero, I light the cone and pass it over to Bong. A deep inhale/exhale quickly lets him know that this is not very good herb. But it is indeed herb and my lungs and brain cells appreciate it. As we finish smoking a voice from behind says, “Bonglord?” We both spin around and see a young man with the BIGGEST smile ever. “Yes,” says Bong. “I’m Sellvegas.” Nice to meet you!!! Not long after our salutations with Sellvegas and we hear Bong’s name being called…in a very distinctive Japanese accent: it’s HIDE!!! (remember…it’s pronounced HE-DAY) Hugs are exchanged and smiles are everywhere. The sun is rising, so I get my camera out.
The moon:
There they are…lots of ‘em:
Voyagers:
That’s SICKMANN:
When I tire of photographing, the luggage is moved around and a couch of sorts is created. Though not warm, it does get me off my feet. When the nine o’clock hour arrives, so does Danny to open the place! Yay, Danny! Howthehell are you?
As the door opens, we are greeted not only by the overnight dude, but two kitties! Meet Smokey and Socks.
Smokey:
Socks:
Danny lets us put our luggage away until our room is ready and makes us two lattes on their new and very awesome coffee machine. Together with Sellvegas and Hide we take a seat on the bench and seats around the table and the first smokeout begins. Three cones are quickly twisted: NY Diesel from Café 420, Kandy Kush (from Voyagers, I think…yes, it is…’cause I just found the menu that I stole…oops…did I say that out loud???
) and Neville’s A5 Haze (from…can’t read my writing…big surprise…).Under construction:
The party is shifted over to the table by the window and I sit at the end facing the door. As is typical every year, Hide busts out gifts. Bong is delighted to receive his favorite Happy Time Crackers…
…and grape everything:
The Happy Time Crackers are busted open immediately and the grape everything is being admired by all. Hide then presents both Bong and I our own monogrammed chopsticks! VERY special indeed. Thanks, Hide! In the midst of all the Happy Time Crackers and the cones the big white door is opened and a woman ducks in and hands me one of those delft blue paper bags they give at all the souvenir shops and says she is leaving NOW and has all these leftovers she is giving to me! What? What just happened? I look up and now I have all this stuff:
I thank her profusely as she runs out the door and over to Centraal. The identity of the weed is unknown, but rolled into a cone anyways. Just before the cone is lit, a much mellower Gapie comes in, still with his iconic, “Hey, Mutha Fukkaaaaas!” and handshakes all around. LMFAO!! Yay! NOW we have been officially welcomed to Amsterdam, Gapie-style! Sellvegas had been twisting up some Silver Bubble and now he lights it and adds it to the circle of cones making their way round. Another joint of the “lady’s stuff” is completed and also sparked to join in on the fun. As if to not be outdone, another beauty is added. This one is Super Silver Haze with some Vanilla Haze Hash from Dampkring. I don’t know who the contributor of this lovely spliff is.
At this point I have retrieved my notebook. Up to this point I have been taking notes on the back of my boarding passes! So, I suppose it is a natural break…
Until next week…
Stay tuned…stay stoned…
Last edited by luvtick on Sun 18th Dec 2011 02:29 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Birthday Adventures 4: Romancing the Stoner
Feel like I was there, awesome report, just trying to picture a mellow Gappie 
Good to see Voyagers has some cats, every shop should have one.
Good to see Voyagers has some cats, every shop should have one.
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sigh. I got my weekly luvbong fix. Glad your kid is ok. look forward to next week!
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This is helping to tide me over til I am there in March. Makes me feel like I am there.
More... more more!!!
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More... more more!!!
xox
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Great stuff, this is gona be some report!!
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Great read! I love the pictures, especially the first shot of the bikes and some of the Voyager's cat's. Beautiful!
Thanks again for keeping your story going for all of us voyeurs to enjoy. Your amsterdam adventures really are epic!
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i can so see these stories in a bestseller section of my local bookstore someday....publish them someday please!!!!
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