Saturday May 5th 2012
I touched ground via Icelandair at 12:55 and was standing in front of Centraal Station by 1:30,
fucking amazing
My passport was stamped in Reykjavik going through Iceland and so I had no passport control as I exited Schipol, beautiful. I love that dream-like ‘I can’t believe I am HERE’ feeling and the perma-grin gets pasted on my face as I start walking to
Voyagers.
I am a full half hour early for the T&T with
Gapie and Andy is bud tending when I get there. After about an hour we walk up to the Bulldog so I can check in. As Gapie and I say goodbye my friend
Sandra from the hotel comes out and gives me a big welcome hug, then she checks me in and gives me a nice discount too. I got my shit put away and headed down to the lounge. Before long Marco shows up with a friend at the Bulldog Hotel Bar. It was
good to finally meet Marco. Thanks Marco for getting my Crap-Berry on the Bulldog Wifi. Unfortunately, between the malfunctioning BD Internet, the Crap-berry and my ever increasing stoned-ness, precious little web surfing occurred. I saw a fairly large bachelor party tramping about the red lights wearing Avengers outfits and I
wished I had a mask so I could join in anonymously.
Sunday May 6th 2012
A lot colder than I anticipated causing me to
purchase a black hoodie at the Bulldog gift shop.
Monday May 7th 2012
Finding my rhythm now. Wake, bake, breakfast. Chill in front of the hotel until noon or so an start my crawling. After enjoying the music and a few joints at
420 I grab lunch at the
Burger Bar. Later I will saunter up to Niew Market at watch the people show from
Green Place, gabbing an ice cream at
Torfani’s. Stop by the
Red Light Coffeeshop to see if
Fabio or Manuel are working. In the evening after supper I usually found myself at
Abraxas getting their fabulous
mint tea. Toke up and wander, that’s me.
Tuesday May 8th 2012
By now I have lost nearly all sense of time.
Apologies to Marco for missing the T&T at NES. Having way too much fun at the Bulldog to notice the hands moving on my watch.
PROSTITUTE STRIKE photo opportunity
Wednesday May 9th 2012
Joe and his brother Mike showed up and brought a little sunshine with them. They went to an event at the Olde Kirk but I opted out and kicked around the hotel and the neighborhood. Joe gave me his
lanyard from the trip and we hung a 1 gr bag on it with an empty rizla package in it.
Thursday May 10th 2012
As I mentioned, Internet access was difficult so I was only checking once a day in the morning. My
cousin Charles is due in tomorrow and we’re all looking forward to seeing him. I see an
email from his wife (?) that he hurt his foot and he ‘may’ not make it to Amsterdam. I am very disappointed but I write back to tell him not to worry about it. Then I spent most of the day hobbling around the Dam with Joe (wheelchair) and Mike (crutches). I can’t recall EXACTLY what we did, but I know we stopped at
Hunters, Grey Area, 420, Voyagers and Green Place. We did some shopping on the Nieuwendijk and I found a cool skull head sock and a novelty NL licence plate with the letters
ST-ON-ED on it. This turned out to be my ‘long’ night with me greeting the dawn and finally catching some sleep at 7:30 am. At the beginning of the night I was just wearing my hoodie and my lanyard. Standing out front having a smoke, I noticed that many
people mistook me for a Bulldog employee or security. I had a lot of laughs with this and when it got boring, I put on the skull head sock and sat at the front of the lobby watching people come in. Usually they would see me and break up laughing. This was my desired effect. Sometimes they noticed me and looked nervous, when they did I held up my
‘STONED’ sign and gave them a thumbs up. Almost all of them laughed at this point but one of them gave me the finger. This was also the night that
‘The French Girls’ arrived, there must have been
at least 30 of them flooding the lobby with their
oh so sexy accents.
Friday May 11th 2012
A Heineken truck came and pumped fresh brew into the four huge new tanks. Ready to rock! Joe and Mike buy me dinner at the Thai place near Green Place to say thanks for being their oh so generous walking bitch on Thursday. Thanks guys! I am supposed to take a canal tour with my buddy
Rob who is starting up a new business right in front of the hotel. Unfortunately, the late night and excellent weed slow me down and I miss it. It
doesn’t bother me a lick, I am having a great time. "
BEFFEN is a bad word for
POO-SZEE lickin"
Saturday May 12th 2012
Only a fog remains, see Monday for a reasonable facsimile.
SIDE THOUGHT: I like the new bar at the Bulldog, it easily hold two bartenders now. As usual, the problem at the Bulldog bar is you spend way too much time staring at the asses of the bartender with an empty glass and some eager euros. THANKS to
Notable and admirable exceptions NIGEL, PABLO, REMCO and MICHAEL Another 'complaint' is the loss of the old Men's room urinal mirrors. God how I loved those mirrors!
Sunday May 13th 2012
Departure day comes so quickly. Saying goodbye to everyone, hoping to be back again next year. Thoroughly enjoyed my splif on the way to CS, and another outside of the Airport AFTER I have secured my ticket
P.S.
Thursday May 17
I have to be more careful coming home next time
...Sampling Hunter's 'Sahara'
... a most miniscule amount
... perhaps 4 bits into a joint
...
WOW!
...If you're passing through town,
... try to catch it,
...it's GOOD
