I've just got around to finishing this guys - not bad seeing as I went more than two months ago.
Day 4
Monday
Just like the three previous mornings an early morning shower gave way to warm sun by about 10.30 which worked very well for us as this was about the time we headed out and about. First stop of the day was Rookies for a beer, a few games of pool and a J of Katsu’s Crystal Clear. A warning: Be prepared for the worst game of pool you’ve ever played after a smoke of that stuff. Luckily the place was mostly empty, but it was, literally, a giggle. Sometime after mid-day we moved on, a breakfast stop in Wok To Walk on Leidsestraat which was very tasty and good value for money, then a stroll into town.
Next stop was Homegrown Fantasy. We started to settle down with a spliff and coffee each. The only other people in there were the barman/budman the owner/manager and a young English speaking couple who were busy feeding each other Space Cake. We got down to a couple of smokes and generally just chilling out. Nature called and I went to use the toilet - and what a toilet! That black light is certainly a shock to the system. The only thing I could make out, luckily, was the toilet itself, the loo roll and the wash basin. Freaky! As I opened the toilet door (no mean feat in itself) the Space Cake guy yanked it open and barged passed me into the cubical at the same time pushing me out, my words to him were along the line of "Oi, calm down Sunshine!", although he’d closed the door behind himself as quickly as he’d opened it. The reason for is haste was about to become very clear. In the 20 seconds or so it took me to walk to the bar and start saying to R "mate, you’ve got to go and have a piss in that toilet…." the young lad came flying backwards out of the cubical, spinning and puking as he did, banging into the chairs and walls. His girlfriend ran into the back area and was screaming "BABY, BABY, HELP ME! HELP ME!", some guys who had just sat at the end of the bar ran to help, as the guy collapsed to the floor. I’m ashamed to say myself and R were fucking useless. Being very stoned and initially very startled the best we could do was alert the manager and budtender (although I’m pretty sure they’d worked out what was happening themselves). Their reaction was one of serene almost indifferent concern. The manager put down his newspaper (I think he folded it first), while the barman - utterly unfazed - fetched an energy drink, and they both wandered to the back. Actually their reaction was one of someone who’d seen this kind of thing numerous times, knew exactly how to deal with it and the worse thing was one of them would be cleaning the vomit up afterwards. They were excellent with the frantic girlfriend, telling her it would be ‘ok’ and her boyfriend had only overdid it a bit. He was sat up against first against a wall, then into a plastic chair and the she was given a damp cloth to wipe his face and the drink to bring him around. The barman stayed with him, the manager went back to his paper, after a bit the barman walked passed us on his way to fetch a mop and bucket, I asked if the guy was ok and his reply was "but of course, it’s not even 30 minutes and already he is sitting up". Not long later the guy and girl left, he was still a bit unsteady on his feet, sweaty and looking very sorry for himself. She look furious. Back to hotel for a sleep and then a bollocking no doubt. R never did check out the toilet.
After HG we headed across to Bluebird in search of the elusive Cheese, only to be disappointed. It wasn’t on the menu. There was only one guy working there, serving bud, coffee and tidying up. When asked if they had Cheese in stock but not on the menu he countered with a curt reply of someone absolutely rushed of his feet "No. No we do not." We stayed for a coffee and a smoke, although all the windows were open which made skinning up awkward.
After Bluebird we done a couple of laps of the RLD. I purchased a couple of souvenir DVDs as did R - but only after he had perused almost every sex shop within a mile radius. Once we’d done our shopping we made our way to Hill Street Blues. Upstairs was full so settled in downstairs, where we both discovered that the only smoke we had left was a collection of 6 or so baggies each with a joints worth left in them. We spent a fair time down there just smoking the selection of baggies one after the other. It was quite a cool, if unintended, way of comparing the weeds we had left. Although sometimes it was a bit of guess work deciding which was which. However, I did save a fair bit of Kali Mist Haze for the trip home Tuesday. Thoroughly wasted we headed out for a couple more laps of the RLD, at one point R stopped at a bakers and bought a huge piece of chocolate gateaux which he proceeded to eat on the walk around. The sight of him, eating this massive piece of confectionery with a tiny spoon surrounded by working girls, heroin dealers, gangster types etc. etc. tickled me immensely. He didn’t waste a morsel either!
PM
It was dark before we headed back to the apartment to drop off our DVDs, replenish finances and back out again. Via Noon for a grab and go (a few grams of Blueberry), there was a large queue of tourist and local types doing the same. Then onto Wangammas for food. Which followed the same pattern as Saturday. An age to get sat, even longer to get served and the food arrived in (what seemed like) seconds. Worth the wait too!
Off then to Dolphins downstairs sprawled out letting our food digest with a few large OJs and a smoke of the finest bud we’d sampled this trip. Again this was one of those times when we hardly exchanged a word and didn’t need to. Both of just savouring the moment, enjoying every second and getting totally ruined as we did.
After a couple of hours we made a move to Abraxas - we had lost our wander lust of the previous few days - and settled upstairs. At this point I was a little worse for wear and to be honest our visit this time was all a bit of a blur. What I do know is we ended up walking back to Rookies getting there for about 11.30 ish. Rookies was very busy, at one end there was a group of about 25 Germans on what looked like a stag night. All singing and drunkenly dancing (quite vigorously actually) to various drinking songs the barman was happy to play for them. Not what I quite expected for a late Monday night but it provided great entertainment and brought me around a bit albeit temporary. Then back to the apartment to finish off the Blueberry.
We hadn’t crammed as much in to the final full day as we had the previous three, but we hadn’t felt the need to. We’d sort of slowed to the pace of A’dam. And also we had learnt a very valuable lesson: If you’re gonna throw a massive whitey then do so in a coffee shop.
Final day to come guys.
Space Boy in the Dam - Part 4
Space Boy in the Dam - Part 4
"Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?"
James Douglas Morrison
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James Douglas Morrison
Re: Space Boy in the Dam - Part 4
This scene made me laugh as I could easily picture any of my friends in the same situation.Space Boy wrote: Thoroughly wasted we headed out for a couple more laps of the RLD, at one point R stopped at a bakers and bought a huge piece of chocolate gateaux which he proceeded to eat on the walk around. The sight of him, eating this massive piece of confectionery with a tiny spoon surrounded by working girls, heroin dealers, gangster types etc. etc. tickled me immensely. He didn’t waste a morsel either!
A great day overall by the sounds of it, the Homegrown Fantasy toilets is a trippy scene after hard smoke! Thanks for writing.
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