Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam (version 1.2)
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USbongLord
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Aww..thanks IG...I enjoyed your stories!! Yeah..Bonglord was the highlight...but you and I had a couple laughs! And, yes, you ARE the Diesel Queen!islandgurl wrote:One of the highlights of my trip was meeting you, girlfriend. I'm sure your biggest highlight was meeting "mr red hat" lol but hey ya gotta have girlfriends too!
Even Bong didn't call it out as Diesel just by smell... you need me.
lmao and keep up that awesome writing
More writing is on the way...just getting to the good stuff...
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USbongLord
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she handed it to you as you remember...i already psychically analized it and knew....i was picking up a red hat and all i could smell was love potion......nice report...you have a happy new year and may the terminator be with you,yall...lolislandgurl wrote:One of the highlights of my trip was meeting you, girlfriend. I'm sure your biggest highlight was meeting "mr red hat" lol but hey ya gotta have girlfriends too!
Even Bong didn't call it out as Diesel just by smell... you need me.
lmao and keep up that awesome writing
rockin into the night
The cookies are baked and eaten, the presents have been opened, the nephews went home and the house has been salvaged. Now I can write…
Part 4 (or I’m a big chicken shit)
Sunday November 23
Well, this morning and all day I am on my own. I log onto the computer to check email and then I look up the forum everyone is talking about. I have to Google it since I’m not sure of the name…I’ll know it when I see it. I find it quickly and check out the site. Nice. I register as a user. Cool…maps… Basjoe is on it! I get the walking directions, but I don’t have a printer. I have to scroll and scroll to see all the directions—all because the names of the streets change when you cross a canal! Same street, different name. Omg…the only paper I can find is the tiny little memo pad in the desk. I write the directions on 4 sheets of paper and put it in my pocket for later.
Since today is the first day judge’s passes are available, I may as well look up the walking directions to the Power Zone. The directions to there are off the wall. As I study the streets, I realize that it has me walking along the freeway…what?!? Guess I’ll have to take the subway after all… I don’t know what I want to do, but I am feeling hungry now.
A little Albert Heijn To Go is next to the hotel, so I go to get something for breakfast. While I am there I get a few things to take up to my room. I have been returning to my room with the “big empties” every night I’ve been here. The mini bar only has chips, chocolate and peanuts...and they cost like 5 Euros each… so, I think it’s better to get something from the store. You know, like some fruit and such. Funny thing is, I buy the cheese-and-onion chips that IG told me were good (she was right) and a chocolate bar…oh well, same stuff already in the room, but I guess it’s cheaper than the mini bar. The downside? I get sick to my stomach!! Argh!!! I decide to take some Pepto and have a nap. CNN and Animal Planet gets real boring real fast—not too hard to fall asleep, and boy do I sleep…
When I wake up it is already dark outside. (It seems to get dark around 4…) That sleep was much needed, I suppose. I go to the computer and chat with everyone back home since they are all waking up about now. I peek at the directions to Basjoe again. Should I go? Why not? But it’s so cold…it’s dark…I may get lost…blahblahblah… No, it’s none of those reasons, really. I am just a big chicken shit. I still feel like I may be intruding on something. At least when Frank was here I had someone to hang out with. What if they (he) don’t talk to me? Jeez…bock!bock!bock!
Alright, time to get ready. When I open my mouth to brush my teeth…my tongue is BLACK from the Pepto…holy mother of god…wtf!….thankfully it brushes right off… I decide to just go to Café 420 since it’s close by and I want to smoke. I still have the roach from the pre-roll I bought my first day, it’s the first day of the Cup and I may as well go and get my gram from there. I know I don’t need my judge’s pass to buy it. Smoking is so much better for an upset stomach than Pepto...and it does NOT turn my tongue black. Lol…
I walk into the smoky coffeeshop and make my way to the budtender in the back. As I buy my gram of their Cup entry (Haze) and look around, I see a group of people sitting at the table down the stairs. Who do I see but Blueberry and Islandgurl. I also see someone with a ski cap—not red—sitting at the end seat. Since he is not facing my direction I am not sure who he is. I convince myself to find out whether or not this is Bong. I need to know!! But since I am a big chicken, instead of walking down and saying hello, I decide to use the ladies room. I don’t need to use it, I do it because it gives me an excuse to walk past him and see his face when I come out. (I know…I know…I don’t get it either…) After I complete my ruse and exit the bathroom, I sadly see that it is not Bong. Bummer. I do, however, see Blueberry and IG, smile and give a hello nod; they know who I am looking for, I bet. There is nowhere to sit so I go on to the next…
Betty Boop is next on my list since it is close too. I walk into this teeny little shop and sit at the bar. There are two girls sitting to my right. They are drinking hot cocoa with whipped cream. They must know the budtender. He seems to be flirting with one or both. As he gives one of the girls her drink, she says something about the whipped cream…(I know “slagroom” is Dutch for whipped cream—one of those must-know Dutch words). Flirty-boy budtender takes the whipped cream dispenser and covers her saucer and half-way up the outside of her cup with the creamy white goodness. It’s kinda funny… Between the two girls, they eat all of it. (I will have to bitch-slap ‘em if they don’t…lol…) To my left is another girl, all by her lonesome, just like me. Everyone has something to smoke, though so it’s all good.
Anyways, now I know I can ask for a bong and I do just that. (It’s all about the Bong…) I buy their entry (Sage) and fill the bowl. I honestly can’t remember the bud. Must not have been that impressive, but I stay at the bar for a long time anyway. The whipped-cream posse leaves and suddenly the place is wall-to-wall people. I just sit there smoking the bong, watching people, drinking coffee, and chatting with the two budtenders. Some guy asks if he can use “my” bong. I have (finally) finished the bowl I have been nursing so, sure, take it…enjoy yourselves! After a bit more chatting, the bong appears in front of me, fully loaded. THANKS, Steve and Bob!!!! I have no idea what kind is in there (probably Sage), but it is green it is unburned and it was a gift!! (Have I mentioned that I LOVE Amsterdam??) I smoke the bowl and life is good.
The place is hopping with people coming in and out buying the cup entries. Since I am up at the bar, I can see what everyone is buying. I am a novice hash smoker and have never bought it. I have smoked it though. When I see this guy buying their hash entry (sorry, I don’t remember the name—maybe it was MK Ultra Isolator??) I have no idea what he bought, and I am intrigued. It is this thing that looks like a US dollar bill but with Betty Boop in place of George. I saw it behind the bar on the display shelf and just thought it was more of their Betty Boop paraphernalia. When the place clears a little, I ask the budtender what it is. He says it’s their hash entry. Silly me thinks the dollar thing IS the hash. I ask how you smoke it. I seriously think that the dollar bill is either made out of hash or is dipped in hash or something. Maybe it’s a rolling paper and you roll your joint with it…I just don’t know. He says the hash is inside. This does not clear things up, however. Now I’m pretty sure the hash is IN or ON the paper. He corrects me...”No no no! Let me show you.” He opens the dollar, slips out the hash and shows it to me. Then he pinches off a piece and puts it in the bong! Woohoo!! Thanks, dude! I smoke the hash, finish my coffee and get a nice buzz going. I relinquish the bong and soon it’s time to head out, time for dinner too.
After dinner in the hotel restaurant, I go up to my room. I really want to go to Basjoe; it’s nearly 10 pm. I really want to see if Bong is there. (I’m sure he is…) Infatuation…What’s the worst case? We’ll smoke together and have a good time. Best case? Hmmmm...where to begin?!? I look out the window and see the snow. I look at the 4 pages of directions in my pocket…bock!bock!bock!…chicken shit!…Ten minutes later I am getting ready for bed. I wonder if they (he) will even notice that I didn’t show up…I wonder.
Part 4 (or I’m a big chicken shit)
Sunday November 23
Well, this morning and all day I am on my own. I log onto the computer to check email and then I look up the forum everyone is talking about. I have to Google it since I’m not sure of the name…I’ll know it when I see it. I find it quickly and check out the site. Nice. I register as a user. Cool…maps… Basjoe is on it! I get the walking directions, but I don’t have a printer. I have to scroll and scroll to see all the directions—all because the names of the streets change when you cross a canal! Same street, different name. Omg…the only paper I can find is the tiny little memo pad in the desk. I write the directions on 4 sheets of paper and put it in my pocket for later.
Since today is the first day judge’s passes are available, I may as well look up the walking directions to the Power Zone. The directions to there are off the wall. As I study the streets, I realize that it has me walking along the freeway…what?!? Guess I’ll have to take the subway after all… I don’t know what I want to do, but I am feeling hungry now.
A little Albert Heijn To Go is next to the hotel, so I go to get something for breakfast. While I am there I get a few things to take up to my room. I have been returning to my room with the “big empties” every night I’ve been here. The mini bar only has chips, chocolate and peanuts...and they cost like 5 Euros each… so, I think it’s better to get something from the store. You know, like some fruit and such. Funny thing is, I buy the cheese-and-onion chips that IG told me were good (she was right) and a chocolate bar…oh well, same stuff already in the room, but I guess it’s cheaper than the mini bar. The downside? I get sick to my stomach!! Argh!!! I decide to take some Pepto and have a nap. CNN and Animal Planet gets real boring real fast—not too hard to fall asleep, and boy do I sleep…
When I wake up it is already dark outside. (It seems to get dark around 4…) That sleep was much needed, I suppose. I go to the computer and chat with everyone back home since they are all waking up about now. I peek at the directions to Basjoe again. Should I go? Why not? But it’s so cold…it’s dark…I may get lost…blahblahblah… No, it’s none of those reasons, really. I am just a big chicken shit. I still feel like I may be intruding on something. At least when Frank was here I had someone to hang out with. What if they (he) don’t talk to me? Jeez…bock!bock!bock!
Alright, time to get ready. When I open my mouth to brush my teeth…my tongue is BLACK from the Pepto…holy mother of god…wtf!….thankfully it brushes right off… I decide to just go to Café 420 since it’s close by and I want to smoke. I still have the roach from the pre-roll I bought my first day, it’s the first day of the Cup and I may as well go and get my gram from there. I know I don’t need my judge’s pass to buy it. Smoking is so much better for an upset stomach than Pepto...and it does NOT turn my tongue black. Lol…
I walk into the smoky coffeeshop and make my way to the budtender in the back. As I buy my gram of their Cup entry (Haze) and look around, I see a group of people sitting at the table down the stairs. Who do I see but Blueberry and Islandgurl. I also see someone with a ski cap—not red—sitting at the end seat. Since he is not facing my direction I am not sure who he is. I convince myself to find out whether or not this is Bong. I need to know!! But since I am a big chicken, instead of walking down and saying hello, I decide to use the ladies room. I don’t need to use it, I do it because it gives me an excuse to walk past him and see his face when I come out. (I know…I know…I don’t get it either…) After I complete my ruse and exit the bathroom, I sadly see that it is not Bong. Bummer. I do, however, see Blueberry and IG, smile and give a hello nod; they know who I am looking for, I bet. There is nowhere to sit so I go on to the next…
Betty Boop is next on my list since it is close too. I walk into this teeny little shop and sit at the bar. There are two girls sitting to my right. They are drinking hot cocoa with whipped cream. They must know the budtender. He seems to be flirting with one or both. As he gives one of the girls her drink, she says something about the whipped cream…(I know “slagroom” is Dutch for whipped cream—one of those must-know Dutch words). Flirty-boy budtender takes the whipped cream dispenser and covers her saucer and half-way up the outside of her cup with the creamy white goodness. It’s kinda funny… Between the two girls, they eat all of it. (I will have to bitch-slap ‘em if they don’t…lol…) To my left is another girl, all by her lonesome, just like me. Everyone has something to smoke, though so it’s all good.
Anyways, now I know I can ask for a bong and I do just that. (It’s all about the Bong…) I buy their entry (Sage) and fill the bowl. I honestly can’t remember the bud. Must not have been that impressive, but I stay at the bar for a long time anyway. The whipped-cream posse leaves and suddenly the place is wall-to-wall people. I just sit there smoking the bong, watching people, drinking coffee, and chatting with the two budtenders. Some guy asks if he can use “my” bong. I have (finally) finished the bowl I have been nursing so, sure, take it…enjoy yourselves! After a bit more chatting, the bong appears in front of me, fully loaded. THANKS, Steve and Bob!!!! I have no idea what kind is in there (probably Sage), but it is green it is unburned and it was a gift!! (Have I mentioned that I LOVE Amsterdam??) I smoke the bowl and life is good.
The place is hopping with people coming in and out buying the cup entries. Since I am up at the bar, I can see what everyone is buying. I am a novice hash smoker and have never bought it. I have smoked it though. When I see this guy buying their hash entry (sorry, I don’t remember the name—maybe it was MK Ultra Isolator??) I have no idea what he bought, and I am intrigued. It is this thing that looks like a US dollar bill but with Betty Boop in place of George. I saw it behind the bar on the display shelf and just thought it was more of their Betty Boop paraphernalia. When the place clears a little, I ask the budtender what it is. He says it’s their hash entry. Silly me thinks the dollar thing IS the hash. I ask how you smoke it. I seriously think that the dollar bill is either made out of hash or is dipped in hash or something. Maybe it’s a rolling paper and you roll your joint with it…I just don’t know. He says the hash is inside. This does not clear things up, however. Now I’m pretty sure the hash is IN or ON the paper. He corrects me...”No no no! Let me show you.” He opens the dollar, slips out the hash and shows it to me. Then he pinches off a piece and puts it in the bong! Woohoo!! Thanks, dude! I smoke the hash, finish my coffee and get a nice buzz going. I relinquish the bong and soon it’s time to head out, time for dinner too.
After dinner in the hotel restaurant, I go up to my room. I really want to go to Basjoe; it’s nearly 10 pm. I really want to see if Bong is there. (I’m sure he is…) Infatuation…What’s the worst case? We’ll smoke together and have a good time. Best case? Hmmmm...where to begin?!? I look out the window and see the snow. I look at the 4 pages of directions in my pocket…bock!bock!bock!…chicken shit!…Ten minutes later I am getting ready for bed. I wonder if they (he) will even notice that I didn’t show up…I wonder.
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