a big girls trip to the cup, pt 3
Posted: Fri 5th Dec 2008 01:56 pm
I pried open one dry eye, looked out and saw it was 8:30 and raining lightly outside, so my eye closed again. I cat napped until 9:00, forced my self up to the sound of my joints popping and crackling like a bowl of rice crispies on steroids. I'm just not used to walking that much in a day. Oh, and don't forget the 6 hr. time difference between the U. S. of A. and Amsterdam. Ah, the hell with it, get up, take a shower, look in the mirror, scream, get dressed and go downstairs to find some freekin' coffee.
Oh yeah, coffee, coffee, lots of coffee. Make it strong, black and sweet. Two small pots and a piece of pumpkin nut bread with fresh butter. All that helped immensely. Then I went upstairs, laid back down fully dressed and napped on and off until 12:00. By then the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to peek out, yeah. So up and out into the day.
Now what? Oh yes, a buzz is calling my name. After looking at my cool new map from my Cannabis cup goodie bag, I decided to try and find the Betty Boop and also walk around a bit in the Dam Square area. Before I could find Betty Boop, I came upon the Home Grown Fantasy Gallery and stopped in to say howdy and see what was going down. Going in, I went up to the counter and bought some of their entry reefer. Then I went over to a table and rolled one up. While I was rolling I decided to try to remember to pick up a pipe later, but for now it's time to test this smoke. Pretty good, a tiny bit rough but still a fine smoke.
Two guys came over and asked if they could sit down. I knew that in Amsterdam table sharing is very common, so I said "sure, have a sit". One was from Amsterdam, the other from Paris. They spoke about how Paris and Amsterdam were both just all about the money and that it used not to be that way as much as it is now. They seemed to blame it on the Euro. It seems that the majority of the people in Amsterdam miss the days of the Guilder. A very interesting conversation. It's true, you meet so very many different kinds of folks here.
After enjoying a great starter buzz, I hit the door, turned right and true to the map reached the Betty Boop. But first, there's an Argentinean restaurant next door. It looks good too. A man in a white cooks outfit is motioning me over...I'm mesmerized, I'm hungry, I'm caught in his trap. Feed me someone!
The served me sweet beef spare ribs & crunchy French fries. The portions were good and the price was also good. Then out one door and into the next, the Betty Boop. It's a nice enough place. I had a good visit there for about an hour.
Look at the clock. Oh, crap, look at the time, it's 4:30. I need to get a move on, the Cup calls and I must answer. Beam me up, Scottie!
*****
There's so much to Amsterdam in such a small area. Every small street or alley way is studded with shops, stores and yes, coffee shops galore. I've already found that although I'm still amazed by everything, I'm getting over the information overload a bit.
After getting lost no more than twice I finally got to the shuttle stop at 5:30. All those lovely little shops in narrow lanes. I couldn't resist. I did remember to buy a pipe. Made my transportation connection and enjoyed the ride to the Powerzone. Flashed my badge to some guy who looked like he was in "The Sopranos" and I was back again.
I had a good conversation with a guy from the Greenhouse about smoke. He explained to me about the lineage and strains that the Greenhouse used. All the while enjoying their fine, fine entry. I had never used a vaporizer before...is that sweet or what? I learned a good bit there. They were really nice people and good for a buzz every time I walked by, thank you.
I decided to scram at about 8:00 ish, everything was slowing down so it's time to go. I picked up a shuttle van to the Greenhouse. What a cool place! They had an aquarium under the floor, everything was open and bright. Cousin I didn't hardly get I the door and up to the counter to order hot chocolate when an angel appeared with a full vaporizer and proceeded to blow me away. I've been welcomed to a club in a lot of ways in my day but never like this. Hot damn, Amsterdamaged once more.
Finally got my bud and hot chocolate and grabbed a seat. I looked up and there was my vaporizer angel again, intent on melting my brain out my ears and a good job he did too. After an excellent 2 hr. of party, talk, party and fun I floated out into the street in a cloud of joy. Never forget, I love you vaporizer angel.
Where's Melkweg Old Hall, I do believe there's another party to visit. A look at my trusty map and it wasn't over 15-20 minutes until I was sauntering up to the Melkwig hall. There was a fair crowd milling around so in I went. Again, showed my badge to one of the Soprano Boys and was through the doors. Cool building--packed up pretty good. Music was fine and the drinks were fair, but just to be truthful it was a bit young for me. Still it was a nice bunch of people.
By the way, I had heard that there weren't a lot of females at the cup. Your couldn't prove it by me. I saw women all over. Some traveling solo like me, some in couples and others in groups of 2 or 3. Way to go girls, we can go pretty much anywhere anymore, the Goddess smiles.
With a long day behind me and a long one to come, I went back to my crash and did just that...crashed.
Oh yeah, coffee, coffee, lots of coffee. Make it strong, black and sweet. Two small pots and a piece of pumpkin nut bread with fresh butter. All that helped immensely. Then I went upstairs, laid back down fully dressed and napped on and off until 12:00. By then the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to peek out, yeah. So up and out into the day.
Now what? Oh yes, a buzz is calling my name. After looking at my cool new map from my Cannabis cup goodie bag, I decided to try and find the Betty Boop and also walk around a bit in the Dam Square area. Before I could find Betty Boop, I came upon the Home Grown Fantasy Gallery and stopped in to say howdy and see what was going down. Going in, I went up to the counter and bought some of their entry reefer. Then I went over to a table and rolled one up. While I was rolling I decided to try to remember to pick up a pipe later, but for now it's time to test this smoke. Pretty good, a tiny bit rough but still a fine smoke.
Two guys came over and asked if they could sit down. I knew that in Amsterdam table sharing is very common, so I said "sure, have a sit". One was from Amsterdam, the other from Paris. They spoke about how Paris and Amsterdam were both just all about the money and that it used not to be that way as much as it is now. They seemed to blame it on the Euro. It seems that the majority of the people in Amsterdam miss the days of the Guilder. A very interesting conversation. It's true, you meet so very many different kinds of folks here.
After enjoying a great starter buzz, I hit the door, turned right and true to the map reached the Betty Boop. But first, there's an Argentinean restaurant next door. It looks good too. A man in a white cooks outfit is motioning me over...I'm mesmerized, I'm hungry, I'm caught in his trap. Feed me someone!
The served me sweet beef spare ribs & crunchy French fries. The portions were good and the price was also good. Then out one door and into the next, the Betty Boop. It's a nice enough place. I had a good visit there for about an hour.
Look at the clock. Oh, crap, look at the time, it's 4:30. I need to get a move on, the Cup calls and I must answer. Beam me up, Scottie!
*****
There's so much to Amsterdam in such a small area. Every small street or alley way is studded with shops, stores and yes, coffee shops galore. I've already found that although I'm still amazed by everything, I'm getting over the information overload a bit.
After getting lost no more than twice I finally got to the shuttle stop at 5:30. All those lovely little shops in narrow lanes. I couldn't resist. I did remember to buy a pipe. Made my transportation connection and enjoyed the ride to the Powerzone. Flashed my badge to some guy who looked like he was in "The Sopranos" and I was back again.
I had a good conversation with a guy from the Greenhouse about smoke. He explained to me about the lineage and strains that the Greenhouse used. All the while enjoying their fine, fine entry. I had never used a vaporizer before...is that sweet or what? I learned a good bit there. They were really nice people and good for a buzz every time I walked by, thank you.
I decided to scram at about 8:00 ish, everything was slowing down so it's time to go. I picked up a shuttle van to the Greenhouse. What a cool place! They had an aquarium under the floor, everything was open and bright. Cousin I didn't hardly get I the door and up to the counter to order hot chocolate when an angel appeared with a full vaporizer and proceeded to blow me away. I've been welcomed to a club in a lot of ways in my day but never like this. Hot damn, Amsterdamaged once more.
Finally got my bud and hot chocolate and grabbed a seat. I looked up and there was my vaporizer angel again, intent on melting my brain out my ears and a good job he did too. After an excellent 2 hr. of party, talk, party and fun I floated out into the street in a cloud of joy. Never forget, I love you vaporizer angel.
Where's Melkweg Old Hall, I do believe there's another party to visit. A look at my trusty map and it wasn't over 15-20 minutes until I was sauntering up to the Melkwig hall. There was a fair crowd milling around so in I went. Again, showed my badge to one of the Soprano Boys and was through the doors. Cool building--packed up pretty good. Music was fine and the drinks were fair, but just to be truthful it was a bit young for me. Still it was a nice bunch of people.
By the way, I had heard that there weren't a lot of females at the cup. Your couldn't prove it by me. I saw women all over. Some traveling solo like me, some in couples and others in groups of 2 or 3. Way to go girls, we can go pretty much anywhere anymore, the Goddess smiles.
With a long day behind me and a long one to come, I went back to my crash and did just that...crashed.