Are you not degrading yourself by ripping on peoples happiness?starcatcher wrote:oh dearie me.... this is so ill advised.......your relationship is degraded by eulogising about it on a public forum imo.
Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam (version 1.2)
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Sir Niall of Essex-sire
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SoulRider,
SoulRider this proves I agree
naismith
StonedSince'67 wrote:i will be interested to hear your views on how the modern world of marijuana compares and contrasts to your 60s world, i am on a similar journey and finding the differences fascinating so far?
naismith wrote:I believe the THC levels are much larger today,but in the 60's the amount of LSD taken had a intense effect on the weed that you smoked.But I really enjoyed playing with time. (The creative juices were really flowing then) but that is another story.
SoulRider this proves I agree
This is a public forum? I thought it was a few close friends with a common denominator.starcatcher wrote:
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Part 4.1: I wake up ready to grab the day by the nuts and have some fun.In 'Birthday adventures in Amsterdam' luvtick wrote:As we walk back to the Dam, Bong grabs my hand. Holding hands in Amsterdam…only in the movies…
when they make the movie of our own acd stoner romance and the scene is the 'holding hands' bit, may i suggest this 1959 song by the Flamingos -
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I really need to finish this one...I will need memory-jogging help though...so maybe i can watch the videos Bong took that year, and couple it with the photos I took that year...and finally finish this! (Gotta finish Electric Boogaloo first though...)1tonTomato wrote:Like a good book it left me wanting more, is there a part 9, please say theres a part 9.
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Stoners.luvtick wrote:I really need to finish this one...I will need memory-jogging help though...so maybe i can watch the videos Bong took that year, and couple it with the photos I took that year...and finally finish this! (Gotta finish Electric Boogaloo first though...)1tonTomato wrote:Like a good book it left me wanting more, is there a part 9, please say theres a part 9.
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just have to say luvtick. WOW!!!. had me hooked for start to finish(i know youve still got a bit to do)well whats here to far. Cant wait till 22nd june woohhooo. And ive already posted a wake and bake for basjoes, im a basjoes virgin so really looking forward to it. Cant wait for the next installment.
"Dont smoke all the goodness to yourself its more fun to share"
"Dont smoke all the goodness to yourself its more fun to share"
Re: Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam
So curiosity got the best of me and I opened this thread. Makes me laugh that I never finished the story. I remembered that I still have my notebook from that year's trip. See...I have ALWAYS taken notes...except on this particular trip, the notetaking stopped after going into my first coffeeshop in Deventer.
Anyways, I found the notebook and after reading both the notebook and my posts, I see that I have left out an awful lot of the story!!!
As I have been bitten by the "writing bug" once again, I have decided to re-write this particular trip report...and actually FINISH it. I will start off at the beginning, which is always the best place to start. Blanks will be filled in and thoughts will be completed.
It's so strange to read it now...I didn't know anyone on this forum when I wrote the notes...and had only just met some when I wrote the report!
So...if you are not bored with the idea, I will post starting tomorrow (maybe tonight if I finish). (I'll do it even if you ARE bored with it!!) We will go with the once-a-week thing as I get too engrossed in my writing and neglect everything else! I'll keep the original posts where they are and put the revised posts at the end...
Anyways, I found the notebook and after reading both the notebook and my posts, I see that I have left out an awful lot of the story!!!
As I have been bitten by the "writing bug" once again, I have decided to re-write this particular trip report...and actually FINISH it. I will start off at the beginning, which is always the best place to start. Blanks will be filled in and thoughts will be completed.
It's so strange to read it now...I didn't know anyone on this forum when I wrote the notes...and had only just met some when I wrote the report!
So...if you are not bored with the idea, I will post starting tomorrow (maybe tonight if I finish). (I'll do it even if you ARE bored with it!!) We will go with the once-a-week thing as I get too engrossed in my writing and neglect everything else! I'll keep the original posts where they are and put the revised posts at the end...
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Re: Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam (version 1.2)
just Do it! 
tutti
tutti
May you shit rise up & KISS you on the face
Re: Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam (version 1.2)
Part 1 / Getting to The Netherlands:
It’s a hot day in October. Suddenly, out of the blue, I get an early birthday present: A TRIP BACK TO AMSTERDAM! Holy shit! How? My flight is only $135 round trip (miles + money). Why so cheap? I basically have to fly around the world! Check out the routing: SFO-DFW-BOS-SNN-DUB-AMS. Whatever…beggars can’t be choosers, as they say…as long as I get there! There are only four short weeks before my departure date. So, being the good stoner chick I am, the first thing I do is get my Cannabis Cup judge's pass. I did Cannabis Cup in 2000 and have always wanted to go again. It's all about the smoke...
Try as I may…NO ONE wants (or can) get things together in FOUR WEEKS to join me. NO ONE. I debate whether to go or not…for nearly FIVE SECONDS! Screw everyone…I can do this alone! Last minute purchases are made and I try to pack all my stuff in a carry-on bag. Yeah, right! Not gonna happen...me, a girly-girl...I need my stuff! So I end up packing my regular (read: big) suitcase. It is stuffed, as is my backpack. I am convinced that I will need and use everything I pack!
Even with a departure date only 4 weeks away, the agony of the wait is amazingly thick. I manage to purchase my judges’ pass, book a hotel, buy some necessities, and pack…all within a few days! When the waiting is full, my departure date FINALLY arrives.
The taxi is due at my house at 4am. I am ready to go by 3:30am, plenty of time to go to my garage (my own personal smoking lounge). I smoke a bowl and eat some "kooky cookies" then walk down the driveway to wait for my "chariot." Mr. Taxicab arrives and gets me to the airport in a flash (I am only 1 exit from the airport). This is when all hell breaks loose.
The line for check in has an agent standing next to a scale, weighing everyone's bag! I KNOW my suitcase is heavy...my heart is racing. The people in front of me are told ALL their bags are overweight. Crap!crap!crap! My turn next...heart racing...then I realize the worst that would happen is I'd have to pay extra. Fine. I hoist that puppy up on the scale: 47.5 lbs! I am actually 2.5 lbs. UNDER! Whew!
Next stop, Security: an agent is working the beginning of the line here too. She says my backpack is too bulky and I will need to check it. NO freakin' way! I have my laptop, my cameras and several lenses in there...NO FREAKIN' WAY! I ask her: “If I can rearrange everything, will you let me take it?” ...she says to try. I consolidate my shit like no one's business. She lets me go through…only so I can reach the x-ray machine where I have to UNPACK everything I just REPACKED!! Whatever...bring it...I'm on my way to the Netherlands, be-otch! At least now all I have to do is get to the gate and wait. Gate change…of course…no worries…
I suppose now is a good time to introduce Sock Monkey…or Sake, like the Japanese alcohol…(say socky). Sake is my travelling companion. He is my daughter’s tossed-aside stuffed animal whom I have abducted to take abroad. I decide to photograph him a la this commercial. Here is Sake at SFO. It’s still dark outside!
I befriend a stranded Chinese lady trying to get back to Chicago. She is impressed when I speak a little Mandarin to her. My plane is ready to board so I wish her luck on her journey home and begin my own. Upon entering the aircraft, the aisle seat with my name on it is quickly located. The big-ass backpack is wedged underneath the seat and I buckle up for safety. Down the aisle walks a family of SIX—yes…FOUR kids…two are babies. The mom, dad and two babies are in my row. The flight attendant offers me a middle seat in an exit row so the entire family can sit together. I ask if my backpack can stay wedged under the seat, since it was so difficult getting it there in the first place. She informs me that there is lots more room in the exit row. So, I struggle to remove the backpack. When I wedged it under no one was in the seat…now there’s a passenger so it’s more challenging. I get it out and move, giving the family the entire row. Good deed. The rest of the flight is uneventful as it cuts through the sky all the way to Dallas.
Once in Dallas, a bee-line is made straight to my gate, which is on the other side of the terminal, of course. Since there is a 3-hour layover, I decide to have some lunch and wait. After scoping out the eats in the area, I choose Subway. I sit at the gate and text and call friends to pass the time. Sake wants proof that he is in Texas:
Suddenly I realize it is time to depart but the waiting area is still full and no one is in line for boarding…in fact, there isn’t even an aircraft outside the jet way! I start to think I am at the wrong gate! I am not… The passenger agent informs us all that our flight to Boston is delayed on its arrival from Las Vegas, due to maintenance. One hour later we depart. No problem: I DID have a 2 hour layover in Boston before my connection on Aer Lingus to Ireland. We are only 1 hour behind…plenty of time! As we get close to Boston, the pilot gets on the intercom tells us to expect major turbulence due to severe thunderstorms. These same storms put us in a holding pattern over Boston. Circling, circling, circling...I start getting motion sick...I think I am going to use the barf bag...when they finally (45 minutes later) say we are next to land! Barfing diverted...
After deplaning, I only have 25 minutes to connect to Aer Lingus. I am in Terminal B. My flight is in Terminal E (of course). I am told to go outside and catch the airport shuttle bus to the terminal....waiting...waiting...tickticktick....BUS!! Rock! We get to Terminal E in about 5 minutes that feel like 50 minutes...now I have to go through security again: shoes off, laptop out of bag, etc...Shoes back on, laptop back in bag...RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I run right past my gate...why? Because the lights are off, there is NO ONE at the gate...the clock at the gate says 7:13 pm. My flight is supposed to leave at 7:20 pm. I look out the window. There is my plane backing away from the gate. suck!suck!suck!suck! ...what do I do now?!?
I find some airport employees who tell me to go back out through security and go to the Aer Lingus counter. I do…only there is NO ONE THERE. Lights out, no one home. This means I have to go back to Terminal B to American Airlines.
Back outside...wait for the bus....take it to Terminal B. I go inside the terminal and walk from one end of the terminal to the other. THERE IS NO AMERICAN AIRLINES....WTF!!! I feel like I am in the flippin' Twilight Zone!! I ask some Air Canada employees where American Airlines is located. They say it is across the parking lot in the other half of Terminal B… Holy crap. I get over there and, guess what?!? American Airlines is CLOSED! Mind you, this is a Saturday night at 7:45 pm and they are CLOSED. So...I go down to baggage claim. I want my bag. They tell me that I am booked on another flight tomorrow at 7 PM. 23 hours away...they cannot give me my bag due to it being checked in for an international flight. (Good thing I packed extra essentials in my backpack!) My new booking is Boston to London to Amsterdam.
Making the best of it (bring it, remember?), I take a shot of Sake in Boston airport:
Apropos, don’t you think?
My family helps me find a hotel nearby. Of course, not before my always-worried mother tells me to “just come home.” Refusing to give up, I hop the shuttle, check into my room at the Comfort Inn and have dinner in the in-hotel Mexican restaurant (Margarita Restaurant). At this point, I feel I need to be some kind of high. I have no weed. I order not one, but two margaritas to have along with my taco and enchilada. Jeez…I STILL don’t drink well. With a spinning head, I go to my room to crash for the night. I try the internet access but to no avail. I realize the free Wi-Fi is only in the lobby and the business center. I also decide to go to sleep without washing my face, since I don’t have any toiletries except my toothbrush, makeup and flat iron. My sensitive skin will flame up if I use the hotel’s soap! (…and my lotion is in my suitcase!!!!!) Suck! Before falling asleep (read: passing out) I think about seeing Boston in the morning. Maybe it was Sake’s idea:
A couple times during the night, I awaken to use the bathroom…feeling a bit nauseous still from the airsickness, nerves, and tequila…ugh… why did I drink?!???
When I wake up, it is still storming outside. I decide to NOT see Boston. Though I do see this factory when I look out my window:
NECCO FACTORY if you’re interested
Sake has an idea to make people think we saw Boston:
Sunday morning I am able to wake up on my own…no alarms. However, I do wake up a bit sick…the “trots” you know… (look it up in the urban dictionary). I stay in the hotel for breakfast since they have free breakfast and all. I only have a muffin and some oatmeal with my coffee. I grab a banana for later. The lobby is where I wait until lunchtime, connecting to their free internet. Online I find a map of Logan International Airport and locate a place for lunch close to my gate. I’d like to watch football. Awesome! I find a Fox Sports Bar! Only it is in that stupid “other side of the parking garage” part of Terminal B. Today I know this. That means I can go back to the airport when I get bored here and watch football! Since my flight does not depart until 7 pm, I’ll have plenty of time to get across the parking lot to my gate.
With luck on my side today (I just KNOW it), I get off the shuttle bus at the correct location. Before going through security, I ask the agents if it is ok that my flight is on “the other side.” They say that is fine. When I find the Fox Sports Bar, I find a table where my bags will be out of the way and with a good view of the television(s). Unfortunately none of the games in which I have interest are on the televisions. I keep track via the ticker scrolling the bottom of the screens.
A delicious roast beef sandwich and fries is enjoyed, when suddenly the waiter brings me a pint of beer. “For you,” he says. Thanks! Again…I am NOT a good drinker! (and a bit hung over from last night) But, I graciously accept the gift and drink it. I am SO happy when I finish the one he gives me. The waiter, who introduces himself to me as Jose, keeps me company in between waiting tables. He is kind enough to let me keep my luggage in the restaurant while I use the restroom (that’s part of what beer does to me…). Another beer is on the table when I return. OMG. I drink it and watch an entire game…actually 2 games simultaneously (Baltimore Ravens, 10 - NY Giants, 30) and (Chicago, 3 - Green Bay, 37). I am really happy to see that the Colts win over the Texans, 33 to 27!! Yay!!!
During the games, Jose takes his break and sits with me. He kinda asks me out in an “if you’re ever in Boston” kind of way. Funny. He’s nice, but I’m not here to make dates. I am nice and I also tell him I’ll probably never be back to Boston! I am in the sports bar literally long enough for a shift change. The new waiter begins a conversation with me and I find out more about him than I care to…but HE brings me another beer…this time it’s a 20 ounce beer. Ugh… I am so glad I didn’t have to shell out any cash for the beers! After what seems like an eternity, I say goodbye to the new waiter and walk across the parking garage to the other side of Terminal B. Next, I go through security and then buy a Boston t-shirt for my daughter. Since I am feeling a bit woozy again from all that beer, I purchase and immediately take some Pepto Bismol. I already HAVE some…in my suitcase…BUT MY SUITCASE IS STILL AT THE AIRPORT!! As I sit in the waiting area, I receive a text from my ex telling me our daughter just got her LOOOOOOONG hair cut up to her shoulders! He sends a picture too…She’s totally cute! Damn…
The time FINALLY arrives for my flight to leave. Hal-a-freekin-lu-ya!! I take my drunk ass to the bathroom one last time and board the 777 aircraft for the flight overseas. Upon push off from the gate, I start to feel nauseous. Once we are airborne, I go to the bathroom and PUKE! OMG…(plus the trots, don’t forget…) When everything that can possibly be emptied is emptied, I feel fine. That was quite the triple threat: trots, airsick, and too much beer… No WONDER I puked! I return to my seat feeling MUCH better. In fact, I watch a movie: Dark Knight. RULE!! I luv’d it even on the small screen! Dinner is served and it’s a disgusting penne pasta and chicken type crappy thing. I don’t eat it. A documentary is on next about Heath Ledger and a nap is caught after I’m tv’d out. Sleeping is not easy as I have two men on either side of me. Both seem to love sneaking peeks at my cleavage. LOL…I run with it. I sit with my arms crossed and push the girls WAY up! They keep giving me side glances—especially when we hit turbulence! The girls bounce and wiggle…teeheehee!!!
When London is reached we all deplane. Today has become tomorrow, Monday, November 17, 2008. We all have to walk at least a mile (20 minutes!) to get to the bus that will take us from Terminal 1 to Terminal 5. We get checked through security and climb aboard the bus. Terminal 5 is reached, we de-bus and have to go through security AGAIN. Now I have a 4 hour layover...this is getting old, but I'll take it...I'm going to the Netherlands, baby! Bring it!
Caffeine is on my agenda so I buy a latte and then explore Terminal 5. Sake and I make the best of it:
After four hours of photographing and walking for miles around the same terminal, the time to board the last flight is upon me…and none too soon: I have not been able to avert my eyes when some chick starts popping zits on her boyfriend’s face… ugh! Now I am nauseous all over again. When the plane taxis down the runway, ascends towards Mokum, and is at cruising altitude, the flight attendants give us our “snack.” It’s actually a REAL snack…it’s a wrap…with chicken…and…it tastes like shit…I finish the crap...er, I mean wrap... anyways, clean up my mess when the flight attendant offers a garbage bag and, quite literally, minutes later we land. The FEMALE pilot was the best yet…of ALL the flights I’ve been on since I left home SATURDAY (today is MONDAY), this one is the smoothest landing of all! She rocks!
I have finally arrived in The Netherlands!!!
It’s a hot day in October. Suddenly, out of the blue, I get an early birthday present: A TRIP BACK TO AMSTERDAM! Holy shit! How? My flight is only $135 round trip (miles + money). Why so cheap? I basically have to fly around the world! Check out the routing: SFO-DFW-BOS-SNN-DUB-AMS. Whatever…beggars can’t be choosers, as they say…as long as I get there! There are only four short weeks before my departure date. So, being the good stoner chick I am, the first thing I do is get my Cannabis Cup judge's pass. I did Cannabis Cup in 2000 and have always wanted to go again. It's all about the smoke...
Try as I may…NO ONE wants (or can) get things together in FOUR WEEKS to join me. NO ONE. I debate whether to go or not…for nearly FIVE SECONDS! Screw everyone…I can do this alone! Last minute purchases are made and I try to pack all my stuff in a carry-on bag. Yeah, right! Not gonna happen...me, a girly-girl...I need my stuff! So I end up packing my regular (read: big) suitcase. It is stuffed, as is my backpack. I am convinced that I will need and use everything I pack!
Even with a departure date only 4 weeks away, the agony of the wait is amazingly thick. I manage to purchase my judges’ pass, book a hotel, buy some necessities, and pack…all within a few days! When the waiting is full, my departure date FINALLY arrives.
The taxi is due at my house at 4am. I am ready to go by 3:30am, plenty of time to go to my garage (my own personal smoking lounge). I smoke a bowl and eat some "kooky cookies" then walk down the driveway to wait for my "chariot." Mr. Taxicab arrives and gets me to the airport in a flash (I am only 1 exit from the airport). This is when all hell breaks loose.
The line for check in has an agent standing next to a scale, weighing everyone's bag! I KNOW my suitcase is heavy...my heart is racing. The people in front of me are told ALL their bags are overweight. Crap!crap!crap! My turn next...heart racing...then I realize the worst that would happen is I'd have to pay extra. Fine. I hoist that puppy up on the scale: 47.5 lbs! I am actually 2.5 lbs. UNDER! Whew!
Next stop, Security: an agent is working the beginning of the line here too. She says my backpack is too bulky and I will need to check it. NO freakin' way! I have my laptop, my cameras and several lenses in there...NO FREAKIN' WAY! I ask her: “If I can rearrange everything, will you let me take it?” ...she says to try. I consolidate my shit like no one's business. She lets me go through…only so I can reach the x-ray machine where I have to UNPACK everything I just REPACKED!! Whatever...bring it...I'm on my way to the Netherlands, be-otch! At least now all I have to do is get to the gate and wait. Gate change…of course…no worries…
I suppose now is a good time to introduce Sock Monkey…or Sake, like the Japanese alcohol…(say socky). Sake is my travelling companion. He is my daughter’s tossed-aside stuffed animal whom I have abducted to take abroad. I decide to photograph him a la this commercial. Here is Sake at SFO. It’s still dark outside!
I befriend a stranded Chinese lady trying to get back to Chicago. She is impressed when I speak a little Mandarin to her. My plane is ready to board so I wish her luck on her journey home and begin my own. Upon entering the aircraft, the aisle seat with my name on it is quickly located. The big-ass backpack is wedged underneath the seat and I buckle up for safety. Down the aisle walks a family of SIX—yes…FOUR kids…two are babies. The mom, dad and two babies are in my row. The flight attendant offers me a middle seat in an exit row so the entire family can sit together. I ask if my backpack can stay wedged under the seat, since it was so difficult getting it there in the first place. She informs me that there is lots more room in the exit row. So, I struggle to remove the backpack. When I wedged it under no one was in the seat…now there’s a passenger so it’s more challenging. I get it out and move, giving the family the entire row. Good deed. The rest of the flight is uneventful as it cuts through the sky all the way to Dallas.
Once in Dallas, a bee-line is made straight to my gate, which is on the other side of the terminal, of course. Since there is a 3-hour layover, I decide to have some lunch and wait. After scoping out the eats in the area, I choose Subway. I sit at the gate and text and call friends to pass the time. Sake wants proof that he is in Texas:
Suddenly I realize it is time to depart but the waiting area is still full and no one is in line for boarding…in fact, there isn’t even an aircraft outside the jet way! I start to think I am at the wrong gate! I am not… The passenger agent informs us all that our flight to Boston is delayed on its arrival from Las Vegas, due to maintenance. One hour later we depart. No problem: I DID have a 2 hour layover in Boston before my connection on Aer Lingus to Ireland. We are only 1 hour behind…plenty of time! As we get close to Boston, the pilot gets on the intercom tells us to expect major turbulence due to severe thunderstorms. These same storms put us in a holding pattern over Boston. Circling, circling, circling...I start getting motion sick...I think I am going to use the barf bag...when they finally (45 minutes later) say we are next to land! Barfing diverted...
After deplaning, I only have 25 minutes to connect to Aer Lingus. I am in Terminal B. My flight is in Terminal E (of course). I am told to go outside and catch the airport shuttle bus to the terminal....waiting...waiting...tickticktick....BUS!! Rock! We get to Terminal E in about 5 minutes that feel like 50 minutes...now I have to go through security again: shoes off, laptop out of bag, etc...Shoes back on, laptop back in bag...RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I run right past my gate...why? Because the lights are off, there is NO ONE at the gate...the clock at the gate says 7:13 pm. My flight is supposed to leave at 7:20 pm. I look out the window. There is my plane backing away from the gate. suck!suck!suck!suck! ...what do I do now?!?
I find some airport employees who tell me to go back out through security and go to the Aer Lingus counter. I do…only there is NO ONE THERE. Lights out, no one home. This means I have to go back to Terminal B to American Airlines.
Back outside...wait for the bus....take it to Terminal B. I go inside the terminal and walk from one end of the terminal to the other. THERE IS NO AMERICAN AIRLINES....WTF!!! I feel like I am in the flippin' Twilight Zone!! I ask some Air Canada employees where American Airlines is located. They say it is across the parking lot in the other half of Terminal B… Holy crap. I get over there and, guess what?!? American Airlines is CLOSED! Mind you, this is a Saturday night at 7:45 pm and they are CLOSED. So...I go down to baggage claim. I want my bag. They tell me that I am booked on another flight tomorrow at 7 PM. 23 hours away...they cannot give me my bag due to it being checked in for an international flight. (Good thing I packed extra essentials in my backpack!) My new booking is Boston to London to Amsterdam.
Making the best of it (bring it, remember?), I take a shot of Sake in Boston airport:
Apropos, don’t you think?
My family helps me find a hotel nearby. Of course, not before my always-worried mother tells me to “just come home.” Refusing to give up, I hop the shuttle, check into my room at the Comfort Inn and have dinner in the in-hotel Mexican restaurant (Margarita Restaurant). At this point, I feel I need to be some kind of high. I have no weed. I order not one, but two margaritas to have along with my taco and enchilada. Jeez…I STILL don’t drink well. With a spinning head, I go to my room to crash for the night. I try the internet access but to no avail. I realize the free Wi-Fi is only in the lobby and the business center. I also decide to go to sleep without washing my face, since I don’t have any toiletries except my toothbrush, makeup and flat iron. My sensitive skin will flame up if I use the hotel’s soap! (…and my lotion is in my suitcase!!!!!) Suck! Before falling asleep (read: passing out) I think about seeing Boston in the morning. Maybe it was Sake’s idea:
A couple times during the night, I awaken to use the bathroom…feeling a bit nauseous still from the airsickness, nerves, and tequila…ugh… why did I drink?!???
When I wake up, it is still storming outside. I decide to NOT see Boston. Though I do see this factory when I look out my window:
NECCO FACTORY if you’re interested
Sake has an idea to make people think we saw Boston:
Sunday morning I am able to wake up on my own…no alarms. However, I do wake up a bit sick…the “trots” you know… (look it up in the urban dictionary). I stay in the hotel for breakfast since they have free breakfast and all. I only have a muffin and some oatmeal with my coffee. I grab a banana for later. The lobby is where I wait until lunchtime, connecting to their free internet. Online I find a map of Logan International Airport and locate a place for lunch close to my gate. I’d like to watch football. Awesome! I find a Fox Sports Bar! Only it is in that stupid “other side of the parking garage” part of Terminal B. Today I know this. That means I can go back to the airport when I get bored here and watch football! Since my flight does not depart until 7 pm, I’ll have plenty of time to get across the parking lot to my gate.
With luck on my side today (I just KNOW it), I get off the shuttle bus at the correct location. Before going through security, I ask the agents if it is ok that my flight is on “the other side.” They say that is fine. When I find the Fox Sports Bar, I find a table where my bags will be out of the way and with a good view of the television(s). Unfortunately none of the games in which I have interest are on the televisions. I keep track via the ticker scrolling the bottom of the screens.
A delicious roast beef sandwich and fries is enjoyed, when suddenly the waiter brings me a pint of beer. “For you,” he says. Thanks! Again…I am NOT a good drinker! (and a bit hung over from last night) But, I graciously accept the gift and drink it. I am SO happy when I finish the one he gives me. The waiter, who introduces himself to me as Jose, keeps me company in between waiting tables. He is kind enough to let me keep my luggage in the restaurant while I use the restroom (that’s part of what beer does to me…). Another beer is on the table when I return. OMG. I drink it and watch an entire game…actually 2 games simultaneously (Baltimore Ravens, 10 - NY Giants, 30) and (Chicago, 3 - Green Bay, 37). I am really happy to see that the Colts win over the Texans, 33 to 27!! Yay!!!
During the games, Jose takes his break and sits with me. He kinda asks me out in an “if you’re ever in Boston” kind of way. Funny. He’s nice, but I’m not here to make dates. I am nice and I also tell him I’ll probably never be back to Boston! I am in the sports bar literally long enough for a shift change. The new waiter begins a conversation with me and I find out more about him than I care to…but HE brings me another beer…this time it’s a 20 ounce beer. Ugh… I am so glad I didn’t have to shell out any cash for the beers! After what seems like an eternity, I say goodbye to the new waiter and walk across the parking garage to the other side of Terminal B. Next, I go through security and then buy a Boston t-shirt for my daughter. Since I am feeling a bit woozy again from all that beer, I purchase and immediately take some Pepto Bismol. I already HAVE some…in my suitcase…BUT MY SUITCASE IS STILL AT THE AIRPORT!! As I sit in the waiting area, I receive a text from my ex telling me our daughter just got her LOOOOOOONG hair cut up to her shoulders! He sends a picture too…She’s totally cute! Damn…
The time FINALLY arrives for my flight to leave. Hal-a-freekin-lu-ya!! I take my drunk ass to the bathroom one last time and board the 777 aircraft for the flight overseas. Upon push off from the gate, I start to feel nauseous. Once we are airborne, I go to the bathroom and PUKE! OMG…(plus the trots, don’t forget…) When everything that can possibly be emptied is emptied, I feel fine. That was quite the triple threat: trots, airsick, and too much beer… No WONDER I puked! I return to my seat feeling MUCH better. In fact, I watch a movie: Dark Knight. RULE!! I luv’d it even on the small screen! Dinner is served and it’s a disgusting penne pasta and chicken type crappy thing. I don’t eat it. A documentary is on next about Heath Ledger and a nap is caught after I’m tv’d out. Sleeping is not easy as I have two men on either side of me. Both seem to love sneaking peeks at my cleavage. LOL…I run with it. I sit with my arms crossed and push the girls WAY up! They keep giving me side glances—especially when we hit turbulence! The girls bounce and wiggle…teeheehee!!!
When London is reached we all deplane. Today has become tomorrow, Monday, November 17, 2008. We all have to walk at least a mile (20 minutes!) to get to the bus that will take us from Terminal 1 to Terminal 5. We get checked through security and climb aboard the bus. Terminal 5 is reached, we de-bus and have to go through security AGAIN. Now I have a 4 hour layover...this is getting old, but I'll take it...I'm going to the Netherlands, baby! Bring it!
Caffeine is on my agenda so I buy a latte and then explore Terminal 5. Sake and I make the best of it:
After four hours of photographing and walking for miles around the same terminal, the time to board the last flight is upon me…and none too soon: I have not been able to avert my eyes when some chick starts popping zits on her boyfriend’s face… ugh! Now I am nauseous all over again. When the plane taxis down the runway, ascends towards Mokum, and is at cruising altitude, the flight attendants give us our “snack.” It’s actually a REAL snack…it’s a wrap…with chicken…and…it tastes like shit…I finish the crap...er, I mean wrap... anyways, clean up my mess when the flight attendant offers a garbage bag and, quite literally, minutes later we land. The FEMALE pilot was the best yet…of ALL the flights I’ve been on since I left home SATURDAY (today is MONDAY), this one is the smoothest landing of all! She rocks!
I have finally arrived in The Netherlands!!!
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