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Saturday, November 24, 2012

How can I still feel this? Every morning, I am SO ready to get up, get down, and get dirty. That’s exactly what we do. How many more times will be enough? I don’t think there’s a number... We just enjoy the sweet tenderness of another bliss-filled morning. The satisfaction that always arrives, is utter and complete, times 3? 4? ...um...I always lose count. My lack of oxygen is the only obstacle preventing more. As we lay next to each other, our hearts still rapidly beating, we just enjoy the touch of skin to skin until our breathing slows to normal. A few more kisses are sneaked in before the need for food, coffee and weed comands us to get up and ready to fill our day with more mayhem.

Like a flash, our routine is completed and we find ourselves on the scooter in record time. We make our way towards Haarlemmerstraat and hope to find a small store that is open this early AND sells milk. No luck until we actually get to Haarlemmerstraat and see the almost-corner bakery, Stadsbakker, and the door is open! Bong pulls over, I de-scooter myself and walk inside. Bong follows in behind me after parking.

There is no one behind the counter, but I see movement behind the tall wall of pastry cooling racks. A woman is opening an oven and pulling out a tray; the smell is intoxicating. As she turns the corner, a hot tray of CROISSANTS is placed on the counter right in front of us. I nearly forget to grab milk. We buy our milk and 2 of the freshest croissants I’ve ever had. They are warm to the touch in the package. Waiting until we get to Barney’s is NOT an option in eating these jewels. I break mine apart and the buttery steam caresses my nose in a way that is nearly sexual. I respond with a moan of satisfaction seconds before taking my first bite. Mouth-gasm. I may have even embarassed myself with an even louder moan. The flaky crumbs are carefully brushed off my coat into my awaiting hand and lapped up. The thought of even one crumb falling to the ground..........

I don’t even remember the ride to Barney’s. All I can think about is the croissant. Mmmmmm... Gino and Andy are both working and we grab an empty table (they’re ALL empty at this time of the day...lol...). I join Bong at the bud counter and we talk about the Dr. Grinspoon and have to take a look. As usual, it looks like icky, stick-filled shake. We get some despite the look, the stone delivers! Utopia Haze is a no-brainer and is ordered along with some G-13. Ahhh...hazy bong hits...warm, creamy lattes...laughing at nothing...making heart eyes at each other...all together round out another early morning in Mokum. We start to feel antsy at the same time, so it must me nearing 9:30...

The clocks all agree that it is 9:30 am when we ascend the stairs at Bluebird. The comfortable, familiar face that is our friend, Kees, is the first sight at the top. Bong and I join him at his table and in moments, two hot lattes are in front of us. We chat a bit with Kees and he tells us that not only is Jesse sick, but his barmaid is sick too! Oh no! That Cannabis Cup flu has knocked out another one from Bluebird! My thoughts of empathy are interrupted by the sound of feet on stairs. I avert my eyes towards the noise and see another familar face: it’s Freewheelin’ Frank!

Since Kees has to at least appear like he’s working ( ), we gather our things and get a table with FwFrank. As per usual, Frank has hash. He lights his little pipe and offers the smoldering bowl our way. We both take a hit before passing it back to Frank. Loving his hash, Frank goes over to the counter to peruse the hash choices. He returns with some Old School Hash and some Bluebird Hash. (I’m not sure if that is the name, or if that’s just what I called it...lol...). The smoldering hash pipe is shared for another round or three and our morning beverages are drained. Frank is getting ready to leave to meet his wife so Bong and I pack up, say goodbye to Kees, and follow him out. Once outside, we say goodbye to Freewheelin’ Frank as well and begin our scoot towards Voyagers.

The little scooter is losing power! Uh oh! Will it make it back to the hotel? It WILL make it to Voyagers. It WILL make it to Voyagers. (I hope...lol...). Much to my relief, we make it without having to walk it back! When we get inside, Hide is already there…with a Japanese tourist…a FEMALE Japanese tourist! Go Hide!! Bong greets everyone then decides to take the scooter down to exchange it for a new one. We agree it will be better for him to go alone since the battery’s already low! Overtoom is pretty far from Voyagers, with a dead scooter at least.

I stay behind and hang out with MJ and Lion of Judah (at least that what my scrawl looks like... ). We smoke Silver Bubble, and, if it IS MJ and LoJ, it is a backrolled beauty with nary a stem in sight. When Bong gets back we smoke some El Cid that Voyagers has on the menu. The place ebbs and flows with stoners all morning and Highly Blessed keeps our collective heads bumpin’ with his music-of-the-day. Unexpectedly, I gasp when I see Cap’Nkicks. Why? “New hat? New shoes?” you may ask...but NO! He’s been in some sort of accident...more than likely a bicycle accident. Oh my...I hope he’s ok. He says he is, just a little busted up...I’ll say! He has the fat lip to prove it...yikes! Heal quickly, my friend...

To lighten the mood, Hide presents me with an early birthday gift. It’s a bling-tastic initial charm for my cell phone—all the rage in Japan, he assures me. I thank him profusely and attach it to my phone…after he shows me how…lol… We invite Hide to join us tonight, as per Kharrum’s request, to the barbeque they are having tonight. Tomoya is invited too. He nods in agreement. Sometimes I’m not sure if he gets it or if he is just doing the whole “just smile and nod” thing we all do when we don’t understand…lol…I think he gets it though.

Now that the scooter has been changed and the invitation to Hide and Tomoya has been extended, we begin an early afternoon smokeout-before-the-cookout. There is quite a lineup on the menu: Super Bio Lemon Haze, OG Kush Purple, Girl Scout Cookie. That’s what I’m screamin’! That’s when it happens, like Snoop Dogg in Half Baked, the doors open and in walks Braunezucker, as if on cue… Hey there!!! Wanna get hiiiiiiigh??? She sees the bong and shies away to the other side of the table. Cisco turns up and whips out his gorgeous Toro and fills it with fresh water and Strawberry Sour Diesel and he shares with me. Wow. What a great piece of glass! Thanks, Cisco! Matty arrives and kicks in his offerings as well. Eventually he and Braunezucker depart to go to dinner or see a football game or something else cool like that.

We hang out for a while longer and when the crowd dies down for a minute, Mrs. Highly Blessed brings Bong his jeans. As I read this, I realize I never wrote about his pants getting something spilled on them. I think Debo had something to do with it. Mrs. HB was there and felt badly so she insisted she wash Bong’s jeans. I suppose it’s common in Amsterdam and maybe Europe in general that clothes dryers are not an in-every-house appliance. It took a couple days for the jeans to dry! THANKS MRS. HB!!!

One thing we both have been meaning to do is look up which train we need to take tonight on the 9292 app. If you are visiting Amsterdam, this is a GREAT app (free!), as it has the train and tram schedules and you can plan your journey in advance! Since the house we will go to tonight is pretty far, we decide to take the train instead of the scooter. Hide and Tomoya are going as well, and the scooter just won’t fit all of us. As the hour draws closer, we clear off our table and head up to our room to get ready for tonight.

There is plenty of time before we have to go, so we decide to relax (yeah, right) in bed for a little while. When we do decide a short nap would be a great idea, Bong’s “Carrot Alarm” app is set on his iPad. Horrifying. Absolutely horrifying app. It awakens with loud noises and threats of bodily harm from a “sweet” computerized female voice. Omg. I’m up! TURN IT OFF! But…Oh noooo… You just don’t “turn off” Carrot Alarm…you have to swipe to the left…draw a circle…tap here twice...etc. And each time it’s a new pattern!! I’m awake if someone sneezes! By the time Carrot Alarm is shut off (that little bitch), I am in the bathroom getting ready. Bong’s hair is in dire need of re-braiding (my bad) and I make amends by fixing it. He is once again kissed as his braid is laid across his chest and moments later we are headed downstairs to Voyagers. Hide and Tomoya were invited earlier and we are going to smoke a bit while waiting for them. We smoke more than we intend (huh…) and still no Hide or Tomoya, so we take off for Centraal Station.

The train ride TO the place is uneventful. It’s when we get OFF the train that things are a bit strange. First of all, we get turned around and wind up walking THROUGH an apartment building! I don’t even remember why! Lol… I just know we probably are NOT going the right way… It’s a beautiful little neighborhood and eventually we make all the right decisions and end up at the house. The only problem is: no one is home. Bong calls Kharrum and when he answers, he informs us that this is not HIS house, it’s Erin’s house! She is the one not home and we don’t have her number! All we can do is wait. It is a little cold and Bong comes over and puts his big, strong arms around me to warm me up. We kiss each other in the light of the street lamps while we wait. In no time at all, I’m warmed up. About the same time, we see the little happy one known as Erin bouncing her way to the house! She is with someone and they both have bags of groceries. We grab some of the bags while she opens the door. When asked if we were waiting long, we tell her only about 5 minutes.

Once inside, the place is BEAUTIFUL!! There is a back yard and everything! Within minutes of Erin’s arrival, more Barney’s folks begin to arrive: Elaine, Sebastian, Pittsburgh and Andy. As people arrive, Elaine makes some kick ass guacamole and serves it with chips. Bong gets out the Spoon and soon we’re toking and smoking as well as snacking. The last person there is Kharrum! LMFAO! Once arriving, he heads straight for the kitchen. Chef Kharrum. He is a wonder in the kitchen. Tonight he whips up some burgers. These are fantastic!! They are spiced with exotic flavors and packed full of bell peppers. Delicious!! Once all the bellies are full, more stories are swapped, youtube videos watched and a whole lot of cannabis consumed in all of its various forms. Plenty of caramels are distributed and right about now, some are having them as dessert! Oh my!

One by one the revelers begin to leave. Erin tells us of her injury she suffered and the total disregard the police had for her. We were sad for her. She showed us her scars and by the looks of them, her injuries should NEVER have been dismissed! Poor little thing. Yet she’s STILL the happiest little thing in Amsterdam! It could be just me, but I detected Pittsburgh looking at her with heart eyes. Then again, who doesn’t?!? lol…

When comes our time to leave, we make our way to the train station without walking through an apartment building…lol…once back in Amsterdam Centraal, the short walk to Voyagers is just another reason the place RULES! Cisco and Matty are here and Danny and Gabby are now working. The evening is closed out downstairs with some bong hits with the guys. The place is virtually empty so Danny and Gabby close up shop. They let us finish our bowls and we head out the door after giving good night hugs all around. The commute to our room is all of 1 minute and that, my friend, is priceless. Once all the layers of clothing are removed, we both collapse on the bed. The intent is to give each other a kiss goodnight and sleep. But no. Bong has other ideas. He begins kissing and caressing me in a way that makes it impossible to WANT to sleep. Then, in a sweet whisper, he says, “Happy Birthday, baby…” AWWW!!! After midnight…it IS my birthday now!
And boy, oh boy, what I get as a gift... any Hustler magazine write-in pales in comparison. (I’ll bet we did THAT too… )

Good night, Amsterdam…

Mouthgasm

Dear Hustler,
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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Bong assures that this day, my birthday, begins and stays all about me. After a long stretch of me, me, me, I insist he join me. I insist. You see, my birthday wishes include simultaneous release…

Happy.

I feel rather light-headed from bliss, but I push through it, getting ready quickly. (I think part of it is sheer hunger…) So once Bong’s hair is neatly braided, we bundle up for the cold and descend to our awaiting chariot-scooter. The weather has listened to Bong and is crisp and cold, but not wet, just for me. The ride along the top of the city is a bit quieter than usual as it is Sunday and people are still sleeping. We both get excited when we roll up to the Stadsbakker and the croissants are warm again…not steaming, but still warm! She even has milk in the refrigerator, of which we buy two. The croissants are again enjoyed over the seat of the scooter. The buttery, flaky goodness…mmmm…(want one now!!!!)

Now that we’re nourished and my day is so-far smashing, we continue on to Barney’s for the morning ritual of coffee and haze. For a Sunday morning, the place begins to fill up with weary stoners on their way to Schiphol; one of these said stoners is Scully. “Jimbo from Felton” is already here too and soon the Japanese posse arrives and everyone gets busy twisting their morning cones of sunshine. Gino and New Bald Guy are working at the bud counter and Bong is quick to tell everyone it’s my birthday. I get birthday wishes all around and, instead of candles on a cake, cones begin to light up and make their way to my lungs.

Scully passes me a Neville’s A5 Haze cone, which is followed up with a G13 Haze from Tomoya and Hide. Jimbo fires up some Evergrey from Grey Area (!) and adds it to our mix. Before the cones have completed a circuit, Hide adds a Blue Cheese cone and the party is ON! We all get lost in conversation until the departing stoners must leave. We say goodbye and decide to move on to Amnesia this morning. Jimbo is looking for some LSD and we tell him Amnesia is the place! He says he’s going to hit Grey Area first then meet us at Amnesia.

Weird, you may notice.

We don’t go to Bluebird. Why? Everyone is sick, number one. Number two, Kees won’t be there either, as today is also his wife’s birthday! Amnesia it is.

The canals decorated with their various house boats and the rows of iconic Amsterdam houses are more familiar each year and Amnesia is exactly where I predict it will be (in my head…lol…). We park the scooter on the side street and Bong pulls me over and kisses me. I ask him why here, as it seems to be calculated. He shows me why: the camera is pointed right in our direction, and he wants everyone to see this mild sort of PDA. (Aww…) We walk inside and the budtenders must have seen our show. They wave Bong over, as everyone always remembers Bong. They soon have him rolling his sleeve to display his Amnesia tattoo. I say hello and find an empty table. As I take off my coat and get situated, two GIANT lattes are delivered with a “Happy Birthday!” from the girl! Thank you! Bong sits down and slaps down a gram of Amnesia Lemon. Grinding now. Brb…

The bong is filled with fresh water and the bowl is laced with perfectly de-stemmed Amnesia Lemon. The lighter is flicked and the flame meets the flowers as bubbles dance at the bottom of the glass. Curls of white smoke fill the tube and in an instant—WHOOSH!—the tube is cleared and my lungs are filled with the sweet flavor and aroma of Amnesia Lemon. My cloud is exhaled and envelopes Bong’s head like some sort of stoner halo. The next bowl is filled and Bong snaps the tube like the Bonglord he is. Eventually I see his face again through the cloud in which he envelops me. Noticing a quizzical look on his face, I ask. “Jimbo isn’t here,” he says. “I sent him here a while ago, and he hasn’t made it…CHECK THE CANALS!” lol… No worries. He’s a big dude and I’m sure he’s smoking with new friends, eating breakfast or both. Satisfied with that scenario, Bong fills the bowl and we continue to smoke the Amnesia Lemon until the pile is gone and the lattes are empty.

We agree that this is a good time for a little time alone in the room. “Afternoon Delight” IS on my wish list, after all. Anticipation of an afternoon similar to the morning…well, that’s worth running up the stairs! We enjoy each other as time passes outside, as it always does. The rays of the light outside become longer as do the shadows they cast. Now that we’ve worked up an appetite, food is of utmost importance…well…food and getting dressed. With the latter mission accomplished, lunch is found at the train station and Ms. Julia joins in my birthday celebration, complete with tiramisu. Mmmmm…

Tonight is our last night here. A little bittersweet, but the party must go on! Since Voyagers is our home base so-to-speak, everyone is going to meet up here. Flybynight has it on Who’s In Town as an official Toke & Talk; EVERY night is listed!! (While we were upstairs, we also checked the forum--thanks to all the birthday wishes to everyone! And Happy Birthday to Gapie! we share the same birthday )

The short walk from Centraal Station to Voyagers is quick and there are already well-wishers dotted throughout Voyagers. At various tables we see Cisco, Hide and Tomoya, and Bongbhoy. Everyone has smoke and stories and the crowd ebbs and flows all night. It is our last night here and some folks drop in just to say farewell. Kharrum shows up and brings some edibles he made: Chocolate cookies!



We enjoy the herb everyone shares and we fill others’ bongs with ours. The bittersweetness of the night is more apparent the closer it gets to closing time. Even Debo is waiting for something or someone:



Soon we see, it’s Someone:



Ha! They both move so much, it’s impossible to get a clear shot!! Happy Birthday, Gapie…

Bongbhoy and his mate smoke some Silver Bubble with us…mmmm…me likey… Then, it happens. It always happens. Some boys walk in and begin to smoke with us. They have some “Vanilla Kush” from Popeye’s. Oh no! Bong has to explain to them why it smells EXACTLY like vanilla…hmmm…THEN they have something really great—“alleged” Sour Diesel. It’s really great…I even write “WOW!” Highly Blessed has seen this before…he tells us it’s actually NY Diesel. Either way, I like it. The party continues until the clock (and Highly Blessed) make us stop. I give hugs to everyone still there, as Bong and I leave tomorrow. I have nearly a full day, but Bong has to leave rather early.

We slowly climb the stairs for one last night in “our” room. The reality of eminent departure makes for a bit of melancholy, but we eventually get under the covers, making us forget, at least for a while. Extra time and extra care is given to each touch, each kiss. We try staying awake as long as possible, until the heaviness of sleep overtakes us both.

Sleep well, Amsterdam.

thnx cool pics with debo love it

Big and bulky

Great Read !

USBonglord with a halo, now if that aint' fitting

Can't wait to party with you all again

Monday, November 26, 2012

Maybe if I don’t open my eyes, it won’t be tomorrow…today…whatever. Sigh. We leave today and there is NO getting around it. Bong is leaving before I do. I make sure his day begins with such intense sights and sensations that he’ll replay every single one for months ahead. (Did I say “head”?????) As to not be left out, Bong gently pulls me up to him, rolls me to my back and our bodies say their last farewell-until-next-year…sigh…

The morning routine is very melancholy as we quietly pack our luggage and pack up boxes of souvenirs to mail home. Once we are ready, the route to the post office is taken and our boxes are sent on their way home. Barney’s is our first coffeeshop, as it has been the whole trip. Being our last morning here, we’re happy to see Gino and Pittsburgh as well as New Bald Guy. Our standard lattes-and-haze breakfast is ordered and is enjoyed like the last supper (breakfast) it is. The rounds must be made quickly this morning as Bong is leaving in the afternoon; my flight doesn’t leave until 9 pm.

Bluebird is always next, so we head there to say our farewells there. Gratefully, everyone is working: Kees, Jesse, Fernando, and James. Kees invites us to sit at his table and we revel in lattes, Kali Mist and hugs all around: they are all sad when we tell them it’s our last visit. Hide and Tomoya show up about now and we move over to the bigger tables. We have another coffee and share bong hits with them before heading up to Voyagers.

Once up to Voyagers, the rest of the early afternoon is spent saying goodbyes to our friends. Unfortunately, time, as it often does, ticks closer to Bong’s departure time. Hide and Tomoya get very emotional, as they always do, when saying their goodbyes. In what seems like mere seconds, it is time to take Bong to Schiphol. Of course I’m going with him! I have hours before my flight so I tell Hide, Tomoya, and Matty to meet me back at Voyagers later.

Bong and I make the far-too-short-today walk to Centraal Station, purchase the tickets, and walk to the platform to wait. We walk all the way to the end so we can smoke a cone. The train arrives and we board along with the other people headed our direction. I can see the sadness in Bong’s face, as I’m sure he sees it in mine. Schiphol arrives and we step out into the train-station/airport air. There is still time before he needs to leave, so we walk out front of the airport and…yep…smoke another cone. Lol… Inevitably, Bong has to leave. I walk as far as I can with him and stay until his plane departs…or at least until he boards…

The train ride back to Centraal and Voyagers is uneventful, if not a little tearful. I walk over to Voyagers once we arrive (note…I did NOT go to Utrecht this time…LMFAO!) When I get back into the coffeeshop, my friends await me. It’s nearly dinnertime, so we decide to walk down to Mollie Malone’s Irish Pub for some fish and chips. Matty and Tomoya want Guinness too… It’s early enough that we are the very first dinner guests of the night. In fact, no one is here except us…and the pub kitty. We order our food and beverages and recap the last week or two we’ve been here. The food and beer arrive and we, of course, have to take pics…Hide pretends to drink Matty’s Guinness…





After getting stuffed to the gills, we make our way upstream to Voyagers for a last smoke. The boys make it grand and we leave the place with a solid cloud that really should have set off the smoke alarm! Hide, Tomoya, and I think Matty all walk me over to the platform. They, too, have a cone we smoke while waiting. My train finally arrives and in no time we’re wiping tears from our eyes and I’m again in Schiphol…déjà vu…this time it’s my turn.

My flight departs for London at 2120; my flight to the U.S. leaves TOMORROW at 1015! BIG LAYOVER! This is not a surprise, luckily. Have you ever heard of YOTEL? There’s one in Amsterdam, I’m told. Well, I am booked for the one at Heathrow! It’s a hotel INSIDE the airport! It is very reminiscent of the inside rooms on a cruise ship. Have a look:













I sleep comfortably in my room and have only my cannamels to enjoy. Ha…they’re awesome, so I’m fine! I wake in the morning fully refreshed and have plenty of time for coffee and breakfast. Both of my flights are on time and I arrive home to a house full of hugs and wags and purrs…My bed is a welcome sight as is my sparkling clean bong. I quickly hook up my laptop and Skype with Bong to let him know I made it home. “356 days until Amsterdam 2013,” he says…

What a vacation.

Sigh.

Great read as always, Luvtick.
Yah, i hate good byes, really felt bad last year leaving you all.
But what am i speaking... reading this I can't imagine what it
must feel like for You and Bong.

Cool pics of Hide and Tomoya...

another great adventure .....

when do the paperbacks go on sale at amazon .

you left of the 26th last year?? i cant remmeber

matty223 wrote:you left of the 26th last year?? i cant remmeber

No...we left on the 26th in 2012! I will begin to write last year's report...later today...hopefully posting by the weekend!