YesSummer of Luv
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USbongLord
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Re: Summer of Luv
Fandabidozi - great read as usual. Can I have more please 
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You babble girl. I like babble. Feel free to babble - just babble on. Babble is the spice of life. Babbling (also called twaddling) is a stage in child development approximately at 5 to 7 months of age. Did I say I was 6 months old?I babble
Give me a bit of babble any-time. You are the best ACD travelogue babbler imo. More babble please.
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love ittalkrum wrote:Fandabidozi - great read as usual. Can I have more please
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...thanks....talkrum wrote:You babble girl. I like babble. Feel free to babble - just babble on. Babble is the spice of life. Babbling (also called twaddling) is a stage in child development approximately at 5 to 7 months of age. Did I say I was 6 months old?I babble
Give me a bit of babble any-time. You are the best ACD travelogue babbler imo. More babble please.
Stoner chicks RULE
Re: Summer of Luv
You are welcome. Hope to say Hello in November & have a little babbleluvtick wrote:...thanks....talkrum wrote:You babble girl. I like babble. Feel free to babble - just babble on. Babble is the spice of life. Babbling (also called twaddling) is a stage in child development approximately at 5 to 7 months of age. Did I say I was 6 months old?I babble
Give me a bit of babble any-time. You are the best ACD travelogue babbler imo. More babble please.
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TwoCanucks
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nice!!talkrum wrote:You are welcome. Hope to say Hello in November & have a little babble
careful tho...you may end up in a trip report...lol...
Stoner chicks RULE
Re: Summer of Luv
not the worst thingluvtick wrote:nice!!talkrum wrote:You are welcome. Hope to say Hello in November & have a little babble
careful tho...you may end up in a trip report...lol...
Re: Summer of Luv
Day 5 / Thursday, July 26, 2012
Sleeping is challenging…it is so loud outside! I don’t know if my senses are just heightened or what, but the loud voices wafting up from the Warmoesstraat are a bit challenging to block out. Closing the windows is NOT an option as it is STILL hothothot! I manage well, though. Again, they simply become part of my dreams. Very slowly, as the second hand makes its way back up towards 12, voices dissipate. Some finalize their negotiations with the ladies and the doors close, coffeeshops close for the night, people head out to find food, or their beds. One by one the voices disappear, with the occasional red light door opening and a satisfied customer releasing a triumphant “YEAH!”
When the sound of the fan is the only noise, my dreams hear another voice. Then it hits me. THAT IS BONG OUTSIDE YELLING FOR ME!!!!!! OMG! How long has he been out there????? I run to the window I hear him from…it’s definitely him, so I lean out…
I guess he’d been there for quite a while…yelling my name…window to window…yikes… Needless to say, he’s not too happy right now. I find the room keys and toss them down. He lets himself in as I quickly get dressed. I’m not sure what time it is. I am guessing it’s early because no one is outside again…except Bong!! What really surprises me is: how hung over IS everyone around me??? NO ONE yelled for him to be quiet??? Am I the only one who slept with my windows open?? Maybe it wasn’t as loud as I thought…I woke up because I heard my name!
Another hot day means a sundress…this is so weird…NO big ol’ winter jacket, scarf, hat, gloves??? Yay! We leave quickly because I guess it’s nearly time for Voyagers to open.
We’re early.
…lol…
I left my apartment quickly, but not too quickly as to forget my camera. Since we are waiting for Voyagers, and for m.s.b., I make good use of my time:
Matty arrives and hangs with us, but we’re not the only ones waiting:
Ultimately the shop is opened, and unfortunately, I don’t know who opened! Socks is the first in, running between legs and feet. I find a table…as if I have to look…lol…and get situated. Bong purchases some Kosher Kush and we order coffee…unless the machine is broken. I don’t remember when the machine broke…over the summer? In November? Both? In any case, we are happy and content. Laughter, smoke and a few coughs are shared.
Eventually m.s.b. joins us and the festivities already in full swing. Soon a TALL guy walks in…who else but Treetop! Hey! He joins us and quickly begins to twist up some Wild Amnesia:
When our caffeine level and THC level reach desired levels, the adventure-of-the-day is embarked upon. Today we get our Museumkaarts and begin to take m.s.b. around to different museums. She’s an art major in the fall, so this is relevant!
We get down to the Museumplein, I think by tram? I don’t remember…. I am fairly sure we get our kaarts from the Diamond Museum…because, looking up the street to the Van Gogh Museum, the line there is looooooong. M.s.b. doesn’t want to start with the Diamond Museum, so we walk across the street to make our way to Van Gogh Museum. Lucky for us, the “Iamsterdam” sign is here! We, of course have to take pics. Mine are all of Bong and m.s.b., so I won’t post ‘em.
In due course, Bong, m.s.b. and I find ourselves in the Van Gogh along with several hundred other people. M.s.b. is enjoying the hell out it. I find it easier to stand behind the velvety-rope barrier and look at the paintings from afar. The mass of people are moving along as if they are on a conveyer belt. I cannot “see” a painting, photo, work of art that quickly! This way, too, I can pass the ones that don’t capture my imagination. Bong is bored in five minutes. He sits on the couches in the middle that, I suspect, are partially for bored people. I don’t want to wait for the elevators, so when the times comes to ascend, I choose the stairs. Bong and m.s.b. follow me. I am just amazed that they are stairs like we have here!
When all floors of the Van Gogh have been exhausted, we are too. The food outside in the Museumplein is calling our tummies. Plus Bong needs a smoke! (...so do I…don’t think that’s not true!) We discreetly as possible share a cone of Kosher…as discreetly as you can with Kosher…then we all pick a different lunch kiosk and rejoin at a table. I have a foggy memory of the table, the food, the people around us…but it’s just fog. Or Kosher…lol… As we eat, m.s.b. tells us that Bong should just stay the night with me. Like two teenagers, we blush and giggle and agree…lol…lol…
Time to hit a coffeeshop: Bong picks La Tertulia, for the O.J. and the Super Silver Haze! When we arrive and walk inside, the place is exactly the same…with the plants and rocks, the same women working. I am fairly sure we have some orange juice and smoke some SSH. The cue to leave is the slurping of the last remnants of the orange juice through our straws. Next stop is Paradox for some Space Cakes!! Again, memory is all I have as my notes were mostly non-existent.
Voyagers, home base, becomes our destination. M.s.b. is tired. We take her to the room and we go down to the coffeeshop. Smoking bongs is on our agenda. We do just that. People join us. One interesting event I DID document is a whitey in Voyagers. OMG. This kid was so cute. He looked just like a friend of mine…he could be her twin brother. Every time he smiled, I saw her. This kid smokes something…that I did not note. Suddenly he bends down to pet Socks, stands up just as quickly then falls backwards. Someone is there to help him down so he doesn’t crack his head on a table or the floor. Unfortunately I don’t remember who. Then he’s flat on the floor. Danny comes over to help him up. This is all in a matter of 5 or 6 seconds!! The kid is up, smiling at Danny. He says that when he opened his eyes, Danny was standing over him, blocking out the light, creating a halo around him, making Danny appear god-like to the kid! He said for a second he thought he was in heaven! LOL…he IS in heaven!
Later that evening, we meet up with Tutti and Ohm at Hill Street Blues on the Nieuwmarkt. Bong wants to try their Super Silver Haze, so he purchases some inside, while I sit outside with Tutti and Ohm. It’s nice to be outside at night! It did cool off and I, fortunately, brought a light sweater along. I put it on and we all enjoy conversation and share smoke. At some point we all walk back towards Voyagers. I remember being close to Voyagers and some kind of vehicle (car? motorcycle? bike?) forcing me to walk into some parked bicycles. Ouch! Oh well…what’s Amsterdam without a souvenir bruise from some sort of incident with a bike…?
I don’t know any details of Voyagers. I guarantee we smoke!! Maybe this is when the kid has the whitey. Damn. My notes are not clear…there are notes in the margins, seemingly out of chronological order. Stoner. No matter the order…
At some point the night ends and Bong assures m.s.b. is in the room before we embark on the short walk to my place. Ha. I like that. “My” place. In Amsterdam. Anyways, to make up for no morning “festivities” I surprise Bong with a bikini…that lasts all of 10 seconds. We make up for lack-o-nookie this morning and every second in between. We fall asleep when we collapse in exhaustion.
Funny how the sounds outside seem to have disappeared…
Sleeping is challenging…it is so loud outside! I don’t know if my senses are just heightened or what, but the loud voices wafting up from the Warmoesstraat are a bit challenging to block out. Closing the windows is NOT an option as it is STILL hothothot! I manage well, though. Again, they simply become part of my dreams. Very slowly, as the second hand makes its way back up towards 12, voices dissipate. Some finalize their negotiations with the ladies and the doors close, coffeeshops close for the night, people head out to find food, or their beds. One by one the voices disappear, with the occasional red light door opening and a satisfied customer releasing a triumphant “YEAH!”
When the sound of the fan is the only noise, my dreams hear another voice. Then it hits me. THAT IS BONG OUTSIDE YELLING FOR ME!!!!!! OMG! How long has he been out there????? I run to the window I hear him from…it’s definitely him, so I lean out…
I guess he’d been there for quite a while…yelling my name…window to window…yikes… Needless to say, he’s not too happy right now. I find the room keys and toss them down. He lets himself in as I quickly get dressed. I’m not sure what time it is. I am guessing it’s early because no one is outside again…except Bong!! What really surprises me is: how hung over IS everyone around me??? NO ONE yelled for him to be quiet??? Am I the only one who slept with my windows open?? Maybe it wasn’t as loud as I thought…I woke up because I heard my name!
Another hot day means a sundress…this is so weird…NO big ol’ winter jacket, scarf, hat, gloves??? Yay! We leave quickly because I guess it’s nearly time for Voyagers to open.
We’re early.
…lol…
I left my apartment quickly, but not too quickly as to forget my camera. Since we are waiting for Voyagers, and for m.s.b., I make good use of my time:
Matty arrives and hangs with us, but we’re not the only ones waiting:
Ultimately the shop is opened, and unfortunately, I don’t know who opened! Socks is the first in, running between legs and feet. I find a table…as if I have to look…lol…and get situated. Bong purchases some Kosher Kush and we order coffee…unless the machine is broken. I don’t remember when the machine broke…over the summer? In November? Both? In any case, we are happy and content. Laughter, smoke and a few coughs are shared.
Eventually m.s.b. joins us and the festivities already in full swing. Soon a TALL guy walks in…who else but Treetop! Hey! He joins us and quickly begins to twist up some Wild Amnesia:
When our caffeine level and THC level reach desired levels, the adventure-of-the-day is embarked upon. Today we get our Museumkaarts and begin to take m.s.b. around to different museums. She’s an art major in the fall, so this is relevant!
We get down to the Museumplein, I think by tram? I don’t remember….
I am fairly sure we get our kaarts from the Diamond Museum…because, looking up the street to the Van Gogh Museum, the line there is looooooong. M.s.b. doesn’t want to start with the Diamond Museum, so we walk across the street to make our way to Van Gogh Museum. Lucky for us, the “Iamsterdam” sign is here! We, of course have to take pics. Mine are all of Bong and m.s.b., so I won’t post ‘em.In due course, Bong, m.s.b. and I find ourselves in the Van Gogh along with several hundred other people. M.s.b. is enjoying the hell out it. I find it easier to stand behind the velvety-rope barrier and look at the paintings from afar. The mass of people are moving along as if they are on a conveyer belt. I cannot “see” a painting, photo, work of art that quickly! This way, too, I can pass the ones that don’t capture my imagination. Bong is bored in five minutes. He sits on the couches in the middle that, I suspect, are partially for bored people. I don’t want to wait for the elevators, so when the times comes to ascend, I choose the stairs. Bong and m.s.b. follow me. I am just amazed that they are stairs like we have here!
When all floors of the Van Gogh have been exhausted, we are too. The food outside in the Museumplein is calling our tummies. Plus Bong needs a smoke! (...so do I…don’t think that’s not true!) We discreetly as possible share a cone of Kosher…as discreetly as you can with Kosher…then we all pick a different lunch kiosk and rejoin at a table. I have a foggy memory of the table, the food, the people around us…but it’s just fog. Or Kosher…lol… As we eat, m.s.b. tells us that Bong should just stay the night with me. Like two teenagers, we blush and giggle and agree…lol…lol…
Time to hit a coffeeshop: Bong picks La Tertulia, for the O.J. and the Super Silver Haze! When we arrive and walk inside, the place is exactly the same…with the plants and rocks, the same women working. I am fairly sure we have some orange juice and smoke some SSH. The cue to leave is the slurping of the last remnants of the orange juice through our straws. Next stop is Paradox for some Space Cakes!! Again, memory is all I have as my notes were mostly non-existent.
Voyagers, home base, becomes our destination. M.s.b. is tired. We take her to the room and we go down to the coffeeshop. Smoking bongs is on our agenda. We do just that. People join us. One interesting event I DID document is a whitey in Voyagers. OMG. This kid was so cute. He looked just like a friend of mine…he could be her twin brother. Every time he smiled, I saw her. This kid smokes something…that I did not note. Suddenly he bends down to pet Socks, stands up just as quickly then falls backwards. Someone is there to help him down so he doesn’t crack his head on a table or the floor. Unfortunately I don’t remember who. Then he’s flat on the floor. Danny comes over to help him up. This is all in a matter of 5 or 6 seconds!! The kid is up, smiling at Danny. He says that when he opened his eyes, Danny was standing over him, blocking out the light, creating a halo around him, making Danny appear god-like to the kid! He said for a second he thought he was in heaven! LOL…he IS in heaven!
Later that evening, we meet up with Tutti and Ohm at Hill Street Blues on the Nieuwmarkt. Bong wants to try their Super Silver Haze, so he purchases some inside, while I sit outside with Tutti and Ohm. It’s nice to be outside at night! It did cool off and I, fortunately, brought a light sweater along. I put it on and we all enjoy conversation and share smoke. At some point we all walk back towards Voyagers. I remember being close to Voyagers and some kind of vehicle (car? motorcycle? bike?) forcing me to walk into some parked bicycles. Ouch! Oh well…what’s Amsterdam without a souvenir bruise from some sort of incident with a bike…?
I don’t know any details of Voyagers. I guarantee we smoke!! Maybe this is when the kid has the whitey. Damn. My notes are not clear…there are notes in the margins, seemingly out of chronological order. Stoner. No matter the order…
At some point the night ends and Bong assures m.s.b. is in the room before we embark on the short walk to my place. Ha. I like that. “My” place. In Amsterdam. Anyways, to make up for no morning “festivities” I surprise Bong with a bikini…that lasts all of 10 seconds. We make up for lack-o-nookie this morning and every second in between. We fall asleep when we collapse in exhaustion.
Funny how the sounds outside seem to have disappeared…
Last edited by luvtick on Mon 16th Sep 2013 01:16 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Summer of Luv
Must be the Amnesia.
Re: Summer of Luv
that was me who saved the kid for wacking his head, i remember bong saying watch out this kids about to puke
kid basically fell in to my arms
( if it was the asian kid )
thats the 5 person ive saved from wacking their head from a whitey
kid basically fell in to my arms
( if it was the asian kid )
thats the 5 person ive saved from wacking their head from a whitey
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worldcitizen1723
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acd's own amsterdam savior!matty223 wrote:that was me who saved the kid for wacking his head, i remember bong saying watch out this kids about to puke
kid basically fell in to my arms
( if it was the asian kid )
thats the 5 person ive saved from wacking their head from a whitey