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FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS 6
Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Day 2: Wed. November 20, 2013
The first night sleeping together is utter and sheer relaxation. Pent up sexual tensions were released, and a full day was spent walking all over the city. There is no work to worry about; there are no children, furry or otherwise, to worry about; there is only me and Bong. The morning outside stays quiet and calm so sleep stays longer than usual. We seem to awaken at the same time, catching the other’s scent as covers are rearranged. This sends signals to our brains, confirming last night was NOT just another dream… Our eyes open in unison and we are facing each other, smiling.
“Good morning…” he whispers.
“Good morning…” I whisper back.
Now that the idle chit-chat is out of the way, we begin the morning as we will begin EVERY morning we are in Amsterdam: naked, sweaty, and out-of-breath-at-the-end-of-it-all…
There now. That’s much better.
I lay in the bed while Bong gets cleaned up. When my breath returns to normal, and when Bong’s finished, I get in the beautiful shower and feel the warm water running down my back for a minute before soaping up and rinsing off…the towel-warming rack is SUCH a luxury, it’s one of my favorite parts of the shower: getting out of the warm water and wrapping myself into a warm towel!! No rush is necessary as we are here!!!!! Time and care are taken to get ready and before we know it, we’re ready to go.
We’ve already missed the 8am Barney’s call, so the decision is made to take the tram down to Overtoom so we can rent our electric scooter. Dutch Bike Amsterdam has been consistent with the powerful scooters, so we decide on this place again. Last year’s place was close for sure, but the scooters had to be replaced daily! These last a lot longer than one day! The place is not busy yet, so we are the only customers inside. We are serviced very quickly and efficiently, so soon, in fact, that we are soon inside the nearest Albert Heijn getting croissants! Starving does not even come close to describing how hungry we are! Ahhhh… much better. My tummy was kind of loud inside the scooter place. Now I’ve quieted the beast. For now.
Being that it’s not too late, we decide to roll up to Barney’s.
When we get there, GrassHoppa is already there. He is totally happy to see us and gives us his giant, dimply grin and a wave as we enter the place. Both Bong and I scan the room to see if we recognize anyone working today. Recently there has been a thread on ACD about a “small, dark-haired girl” who fell down the trap door at Barney’s. Bong and I were worried it was our little pixie from Barneys, Erin. We see a small dark-haired girl at the back of the place taking drink orders. Alas, it is not Erin, but another little one, named Mary Lou, from Italy. We ask about the person who fell and asked if it was Erin. “No,” she says, “That was ME!”
Poor girl! She tells us the horror of falling in slow motion, grabbing onto a shelf, glass crashing to the floor from the shelf at the exact time she crashes to the floor. The scar on her arm speaks volumes. The door on the floor is now closed. I absolutely KNOW she’s not the only person in the loooooooong history of Amsterdam that has fallen like that! I tell her the next time I see her, I’ll bestow upon her a cannamel. She thanks me in advance and bestows upon me 2 lattes! Yay!
I take them back to the table where GrassHoppa is seated, passing Bong at the budcounter on the way. He is just finishing up his purchase and joins me at the table.
“Grinspoon and Utopia,” he says as he slaps down the mini-bags. The familiar oval-shaped Barney’s stickers confirm his statement. We start with Grinspoon hits in the bong and GrassHoppa joins in. We continue with some Utopia and GrassHoppa joins in. All our conversation is answering questions from GrassHoppa. He seems to know what he’s doing as he smokes right along with us. Bong gives him a lighter leash, making GrassHoppa feel part of “the gang” as he calls us! He’s laughing, smoking, talking and generally having a blast. Bong then brings out the vape pen. It’s nicely filled with some California Wax…GrassHoppa must be taught how to draw the hit. We show him and he tries a couple times. I slide down the absurdly tall chair (absurdly tall if you’re absurdly short) and walk around to his side of the table. Bong is sitting next to him so I stand in between them. I am watching GrassHoppa attempt to take a vape hit. After a few adjustments in his technique he’s soon taking in a bona fide hit. I walk back around and climb to the top of my chair. GrassHoppa tries another vape hit. I’m talking to him as he successfully drags and is holding in his hit.
And that’s when it happens.
In a split second, I’m watching him take in his hit and he is seemingly nodding in agreement to whatever I was saying. I am giggling and telling Bong, “Look at his eyes!” Bong says, “He’s about to white out…” and I say, “…”
Why am I speechless?
As soon as Bong says GrassHoppa’s about to white out, GrassHoppa’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His head falls backwards and his body stiffens as his chair begins to tip backwards. With cat-like reflexes, Bong grabs ahold of the North Face label on GrassHoppa’s jacket, preventing him from falling over…and GrassHoppa is not a little guy! Instantly GrassHoppa is over it...and he has no idea what just happened. We tell him, play by play what just happened.
“I coulda died,” is how he replies.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!” is how I reply… (sorry...lol…)
“Tell me again what happened,” he keeps saying.
“You had a whitey,” says Bong.
“Is that bad? Am I going to die?” asks GrassHoppa.
“Everyone is going to die,” answers Bong, “…and you’re NOT going to die from that whitey.”
“Wow! I had a WHITEY!” GrassHoppa says with pride.
LMFAO.
I tell him that I can’t WAIT to write about this on the forum. He doesn’t know ACD, so we tell him about it. He says he’s going to check it out.
We decide to head back to Voyagers and invite GrassHoppa. He declines as he wants to get his bearings a bit more. Ah, GrassHoppa, so much to learn still… As we walk up the steps and out of Barney’s after thanking everyone, I turn back and see GrassHoppa pulling up the ACD website on his giant-screen phone…
The scoot to Voyagers is familiar scenes that make us feel warm and fuzzy. We like to skip Haarlemmerstraat so we turn left at Barney’s Farm and go down the parallel street, through the residential area. Then in a few short meters, it’s back to the hustle and bustle of being so close to Centraal Station. Trams, cars, people, and of course, bicycles abound the entire way back and Bong expertly navigates them all, as I expertly freak out at all the apparent near-misses. Parking the scooter outside Voyagers is a welcome relief for me! Matty is here and I sit at the table with him as Bong gets coffees then joins us at the table. We have a nice smoke session and during said session someone mentions that Dampkring on Handboogstraat has Super Silver Haze! SSH is one of Bong’s favorite strains…Dampkring becomes our next destination.
The scooter is again utilized for its ability to get us to a place rather quickly. I like that I can take photos from the back:
We simply buy and fly once we get there and see there is also AG13 on the menu, so we get that as well as the Super Silver Haze. The scooter makes Dolphins not-so-far-away so we take our newly-purchased goodies and roll on down to Dolphins. As we enter the place, I always love the irony of walking UP the stairs to feel like I’m UNDERwater. The menu tells us their selections and together we choose the Tesla and the White Dolphin. I put a BIG
next to Tesla, and I sure remember why! THIS STUFF IS GREAT! Bong is happy to see that all the cute girls still flirt with all the men who come inside. Brilliant marketing, I’d say…
We enjoy bong hits of the Tesla before deciding to go back “home” to Voyagers. Again, the electric scooter silently rolls along the bricks and bicycles of Amsterdam and once again we are finding a table inside Voyagers. I’m re-introduced to Ashwyn from the Amsterdam Seed Center; I know I met him last year, but my note-taking skills last year were pretty shabby…
As we chat, the door opens and our good friend, Kharrum, appears through the threshold! Bong is absolutely delighted to see him and they both smile as they catch glimpse of each other. Kharrum gives me a hug and joins the party at our table. As is his usual modus operandi, he plops down a giant bag of his own weed. Not to be outdone, some Baltimore Cheisel is thrown down beside it. Not to be left out, I throw down the bag of SSH we just bought at Dampkring…lol…three different strains, three different bong hits. Yes. Vacation in Amsterdam. Gabby has been working behind the counter all day and is finally off work; she comes over to our table and joins the party. We all pass her hits: joints, bongs, pipes (oh my!). Right when she’s getting into the groove of the party, Voyagers fills to near-capacity in one fell swoop. Suddenly, Gabby finds herself working again. Bummer.
Kharrum has to leave soon so talk of “what’s for dinner” begins. The talk lasts as long as it takes to say, “Julia’s.” When Kharrum does leave, I walk out with him so I can go upstairs to change my clothes and check messages. I think I’m gone no more than 10 minutes, but, oh my, what can happen in 10 minutes…
Walking back through the doors, everyone is in a bit of a tizzy…particularly Matty. I try to assess what is happening, when Bong tells me MATTY BURNED HIMSELF ON THE MINI TORCH LIGHTER!! Omg! I think he grabbed the hot end to move it and burned himself, but NO! He pointed the freakin’ thing AT his hand while lighting a joint. STONER!!!!!!!! (…and OUCH!) On that note, Bong and I walk over to the train station and make our way to pasta heaven. This time Bong knows what he wants and he gets it!! Lol…
With full bellies, Bong and I walk back “home” to Voyagers, much more slowly than we walked to get here! Most people have had dinner, so the early evening crowd begins to show up. GrassHoppa is here (thank goodness he’s ok! Lol…) and so is Matty (thank goodness he’s ok too! Lol…). GrassHoppa says he was waiting for us to get back because he wants to sign up on ACD! He has already named himself: The One Who White’d. HAHAHAHA…I officially change his name to The One Who White’d…or TOWW for short…lololol… We continue smoking with friends who come in for a short hello and a puff or two, friends who stay for a while, and new people we just meet. The music keeps everyone rolling, cleaning and zoning to a steady hip-hop beat.
As soon as the outside air is again breeched, the culprit this time is Gapie, followed by someone I don’t recognize. Quickly introductions are made and I am SO pleased that I have just met Bleak…BLEAK!! I have FINALLY met Bleak in real life!! This man is THE BEST photographer ever… just look here and tell me it ain’t so: bleaks stoner photo thread . Anyways, nice to meetcha, Bleak!! Here…have a cannamel…
Out of my peripheral vision, I see something that is amusing and disturbing at the same time, TOWW is playing with his lighter leash. Not just playing with it, he is going to KILL himself with it! I don’t know what he is doing, but at one point it ends up nearly choking him! You never know what is going to entertain a stoner…lol...
Milling around the room are two guys that seem to know a bunch of people. Bong makes conversation with them and I am swiftly introduced to them both: Sam Seed and his cousin, Domina Haze. Bong is amazed there are two of them. What? Bong is amazed there are two of them. You read that right. See, I guess each time Sam Seed posts on ACD, Domina Haze quickly follows with a reply. Bong was sure Sam Seed and Domina Haze was one person. LMFAO… We all hit it off instantly and they join us at our table. Sam Seed asks us what we are drinking as he’d like to buy us a drink…Bong, of course, says coffee, and I, of course, say water. THANKS, Sam Seed!!!
More people are flowing in and out of the coffeeshop the entire time and as Sam gets the drinks, in walks Braunezucker!! She’s not in the shop for more than 5 minutes before Bong is assaulting her with Spoooooooon! If you’ve read any previous Birthday Adventures, you may remember that Braunezucker and Spoon do not mix very well. Tonight is no different! LMFAO!! Someone take her off the stove, because she’s DONE!!
The night winds down with the remainder of us being the hardcore-we-can-handle-it crowd and more tables remain empty as the crowd thins out for the evening. “Polish”, as he’s called, arrives and I’m told he’s the overnight guy. I remember him from last year and he nods hello as he’s reintroduced. Cap’nKicks is still here and he’s now talking with Sam Seed. I’m still at the table with Domina Haze when Sam comes back to the table, obviously a bit flustered. I don’t really remember how I get it out of him, but it comes to light that Cap’nKicks has just let Sam know that I am the person in this pic:
Suddenly, Sam Seed is at a loss for words (!)…LMFAO!!!
What a way to wind down the evening…lol…at the apparent witching hour, we are sad that Voyagers is closing for the night. Plans are made to meet up with everyone tomorrow and adieus are said all around.
The noise of the evening dissipates when the hotel door closes behind us and even more as we begin our ascent upstairs. The quiet of our room invites us to become one again and share with each other the good-vibe feelings that have been building up all day and all night long. If there is sound outside, we don’t hear it; we would not care if we did. Tenderness is exchanged after bliss is reached and reality slowly morphs into dreams.
Goodnight, Amsterdam. Sleep well…
The first night sleeping together is utter and sheer relaxation. Pent up sexual tensions were released, and a full day was spent walking all over the city. There is no work to worry about; there are no children, furry or otherwise, to worry about; there is only me and Bong. The morning outside stays quiet and calm so sleep stays longer than usual. We seem to awaken at the same time, catching the other’s scent as covers are rearranged. This sends signals to our brains, confirming last night was NOT just another dream… Our eyes open in unison and we are facing each other, smiling.
“Good morning…” he whispers.
“Good morning…” I whisper back.
Now that the idle chit-chat is out of the way, we begin the morning as we will begin EVERY morning we are in Amsterdam: naked, sweaty, and out-of-breath-at-the-end-of-it-all…
There now. That’s much better.
I lay in the bed while Bong gets cleaned up. When my breath returns to normal, and when Bong’s finished, I get in the beautiful shower and feel the warm water running down my back for a minute before soaping up and rinsing off…the towel-warming rack is SUCH a luxury, it’s one of my favorite parts of the shower: getting out of the warm water and wrapping myself into a warm towel!! No rush is necessary as we are here!!!!! Time and care are taken to get ready and before we know it, we’re ready to go.
We’ve already missed the 8am Barney’s call, so the decision is made to take the tram down to Overtoom so we can rent our electric scooter. Dutch Bike Amsterdam has been consistent with the powerful scooters, so we decide on this place again. Last year’s place was close for sure, but the scooters had to be replaced daily! These last a lot longer than one day! The place is not busy yet, so we are the only customers inside. We are serviced very quickly and efficiently, so soon, in fact, that we are soon inside the nearest Albert Heijn getting croissants! Starving does not even come close to describing how hungry we are! Ahhhh… much better. My tummy was kind of loud inside the scooter place. Now I’ve quieted the beast. For now.
Being that it’s not too late, we decide to roll up to Barney’s.
When we get there, GrassHoppa is already there. He is totally happy to see us and gives us his giant, dimply grin and a wave as we enter the place. Both Bong and I scan the room to see if we recognize anyone working today. Recently there has been a thread on ACD about a “small, dark-haired girl” who fell down the trap door at Barney’s. Bong and I were worried it was our little pixie from Barneys, Erin. We see a small dark-haired girl at the back of the place taking drink orders. Alas, it is not Erin, but another little one, named Mary Lou, from Italy. We ask about the person who fell and asked if it was Erin. “No,” she says, “That was ME!”
Poor girl! She tells us the horror of falling in slow motion, grabbing onto a shelf, glass crashing to the floor from the shelf at the exact time she crashes to the floor. The scar on her arm speaks volumes. The door on the floor is now closed. I absolutely KNOW she’s not the only person in the loooooooong history of Amsterdam that has fallen like that! I tell her the next time I see her, I’ll bestow upon her a cannamel. She thanks me in advance and bestows upon me 2 lattes! Yay!
I take them back to the table where GrassHoppa is seated, passing Bong at the budcounter on the way. He is just finishing up his purchase and joins me at the table.
“Grinspoon and Utopia,” he says as he slaps down the mini-bags. The familiar oval-shaped Barney’s stickers confirm his statement. We start with Grinspoon hits in the bong and GrassHoppa joins in. We continue with some Utopia and GrassHoppa joins in. All our conversation is answering questions from GrassHoppa. He seems to know what he’s doing as he smokes right along with us. Bong gives him a lighter leash, making GrassHoppa feel part of “the gang” as he calls us! He’s laughing, smoking, talking and generally having a blast. Bong then brings out the vape pen. It’s nicely filled with some California Wax…GrassHoppa must be taught how to draw the hit. We show him and he tries a couple times. I slide down the absurdly tall chair (absurdly tall if you’re absurdly short) and walk around to his side of the table. Bong is sitting next to him so I stand in between them. I am watching GrassHoppa attempt to take a vape hit. After a few adjustments in his technique he’s soon taking in a bona fide hit. I walk back around and climb to the top of my chair. GrassHoppa tries another vape hit. I’m talking to him as he successfully drags and is holding in his hit.
And that’s when it happens.
In a split second, I’m watching him take in his hit and he is seemingly nodding in agreement to whatever I was saying. I am giggling and telling Bong, “Look at his eyes!” Bong says, “He’s about to white out…” and I say, “…”
Why am I speechless?
As soon as Bong says GrassHoppa’s about to white out, GrassHoppa’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His head falls backwards and his body stiffens as his chair begins to tip backwards. With cat-like reflexes, Bong grabs ahold of the North Face label on GrassHoppa’s jacket, preventing him from falling over…and GrassHoppa is not a little guy! Instantly GrassHoppa is over it...and he has no idea what just happened. We tell him, play by play what just happened.
“I coulda died,” is how he replies.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!” is how I reply… (sorry...lol…)
“Tell me again what happened,” he keeps saying.
“You had a whitey,” says Bong.
“Is that bad? Am I going to die?” asks GrassHoppa.
“Everyone is going to die,” answers Bong, “…and you’re NOT going to die from that whitey.”
“Wow! I had a WHITEY!” GrassHoppa says with pride.
LMFAO.
I tell him that I can’t WAIT to write about this on the forum. He doesn’t know ACD, so we tell him about it. He says he’s going to check it out.
We decide to head back to Voyagers and invite GrassHoppa. He declines as he wants to get his bearings a bit more. Ah, GrassHoppa, so much to learn still… As we walk up the steps and out of Barney’s after thanking everyone, I turn back and see GrassHoppa pulling up the ACD website on his giant-screen phone…
The scoot to Voyagers is familiar scenes that make us feel warm and fuzzy. We like to skip Haarlemmerstraat so we turn left at Barney’s Farm and go down the parallel street, through the residential area. Then in a few short meters, it’s back to the hustle and bustle of being so close to Centraal Station. Trams, cars, people, and of course, bicycles abound the entire way back and Bong expertly navigates them all, as I expertly freak out at all the apparent near-misses. Parking the scooter outside Voyagers is a welcome relief for me! Matty is here and I sit at the table with him as Bong gets coffees then joins us at the table. We have a nice smoke session and during said session someone mentions that Dampkring on Handboogstraat has Super Silver Haze! SSH is one of Bong’s favorite strains…Dampkring becomes our next destination.
The scooter is again utilized for its ability to get us to a place rather quickly. I like that I can take photos from the back:
We simply buy and fly once we get there and see there is also AG13 on the menu, so we get that as well as the Super Silver Haze. The scooter makes Dolphins not-so-far-away so we take our newly-purchased goodies and roll on down to Dolphins. As we enter the place, I always love the irony of walking UP the stairs to feel like I’m UNDERwater. The menu tells us their selections and together we choose the Tesla and the White Dolphin. I put a BIG
next to Tesla, and I sure remember why! THIS STUFF IS GREAT! Bong is happy to see that all the cute girls still flirt with all the men who come inside. Brilliant marketing, I’d say…We enjoy bong hits of the Tesla before deciding to go back “home” to Voyagers. Again, the electric scooter silently rolls along the bricks and bicycles of Amsterdam and once again we are finding a table inside Voyagers. I’m re-introduced to Ashwyn from the Amsterdam Seed Center; I know I met him last year, but my note-taking skills last year were pretty shabby…
As we chat, the door opens and our good friend, Kharrum, appears through the threshold! Bong is absolutely delighted to see him and they both smile as they catch glimpse of each other. Kharrum gives me a hug and joins the party at our table. As is his usual modus operandi, he plops down a giant bag of his own weed. Not to be outdone, some Baltimore Cheisel is thrown down beside it. Not to be left out, I throw down the bag of SSH we just bought at Dampkring…lol…three different strains, three different bong hits. Yes. Vacation in Amsterdam. Gabby has been working behind the counter all day and is finally off work; she comes over to our table and joins the party. We all pass her hits: joints, bongs, pipes (oh my!). Right when she’s getting into the groove of the party, Voyagers fills to near-capacity in one fell swoop. Suddenly, Gabby finds herself working again. Bummer.
Kharrum has to leave soon so talk of “what’s for dinner” begins. The talk lasts as long as it takes to say, “Julia’s.” When Kharrum does leave, I walk out with him so I can go upstairs to change my clothes and check messages. I think I’m gone no more than 10 minutes, but, oh my, what can happen in 10 minutes…
Walking back through the doors, everyone is in a bit of a tizzy…particularly Matty. I try to assess what is happening, when Bong tells me MATTY BURNED HIMSELF ON THE MINI TORCH LIGHTER!! Omg! I think he grabbed the hot end to move it and burned himself, but NO! He pointed the freakin’ thing AT his hand while lighting a joint. STONER!!!!!!!! (…and OUCH!) On that note, Bong and I walk over to the train station and make our way to pasta heaven. This time Bong knows what he wants and he gets it!! Lol…
With full bellies, Bong and I walk back “home” to Voyagers, much more slowly than we walked to get here! Most people have had dinner, so the early evening crowd begins to show up. GrassHoppa is here (thank goodness he’s ok! Lol…) and so is Matty (thank goodness he’s ok too! Lol…). GrassHoppa says he was waiting for us to get back because he wants to sign up on ACD! He has already named himself: The One Who White’d. HAHAHAHA…I officially change his name to The One Who White’d…or TOWW for short…lololol… We continue smoking with friends who come in for a short hello and a puff or two, friends who stay for a while, and new people we just meet. The music keeps everyone rolling, cleaning and zoning to a steady hip-hop beat.
As soon as the outside air is again breeched, the culprit this time is Gapie, followed by someone I don’t recognize. Quickly introductions are made and I am SO pleased that I have just met Bleak…BLEAK!! I have FINALLY met Bleak in real life!! This man is THE BEST photographer ever… just look here and tell me it ain’t so: bleaks stoner photo thread . Anyways, nice to meetcha, Bleak!! Here…have a cannamel…
Out of my peripheral vision, I see something that is amusing and disturbing at the same time, TOWW is playing with his lighter leash. Not just playing with it, he is going to KILL himself with it! I don’t know what he is doing, but at one point it ends up nearly choking him! You never know what is going to entertain a stoner…lol...
Milling around the room are two guys that seem to know a bunch of people. Bong makes conversation with them and I am swiftly introduced to them both: Sam Seed and his cousin, Domina Haze. Bong is amazed there are two of them. What? Bong is amazed there are two of them. You read that right. See, I guess each time Sam Seed posts on ACD, Domina Haze quickly follows with a reply. Bong was sure Sam Seed and Domina Haze was one person. LMFAO… We all hit it off instantly and they join us at our table. Sam Seed asks us what we are drinking as he’d like to buy us a drink…Bong, of course, says coffee, and I, of course, say water. THANKS, Sam Seed!!!
More people are flowing in and out of the coffeeshop the entire time and as Sam gets the drinks, in walks Braunezucker!! She’s not in the shop for more than 5 minutes before Bong is assaulting her with Spoooooooon! If you’ve read any previous Birthday Adventures, you may remember that Braunezucker and Spoon do not mix very well. Tonight is no different! LMFAO!! Someone take her off the stove, because she’s DONE!!
The night winds down with the remainder of us being the hardcore-we-can-handle-it crowd and more tables remain empty as the crowd thins out for the evening. “Polish”, as he’s called, arrives and I’m told he’s the overnight guy. I remember him from last year and he nods hello as he’s reintroduced. Cap’nKicks is still here and he’s now talking with Sam Seed. I’m still at the table with Domina Haze when Sam comes back to the table, obviously a bit flustered. I don’t really remember how I get it out of him, but it comes to light that Cap’nKicks has just let Sam know that I am the person in this pic:
Suddenly, Sam Seed is at a loss for words (!)…LMFAO!!!
What a way to wind down the evening…lol…at the apparent witching hour, we are sad that Voyagers is closing for the night. Plans are made to meet up with everyone tomorrow and adieus are said all around.
The noise of the evening dissipates when the hotel door closes behind us and even more as we begin our ascent upstairs. The quiet of our room invites us to become one again and share with each other the good-vibe feelings that have been building up all day and all night long. If there is sound outside, we don’t hear it; we would not care if we did. Tenderness is exchanged after bliss is reached and reality slowly morphs into dreams.
Goodnight, Amsterdam. Sleep well…
Stoner chicks RULE
Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Suddenly, Sam Seed is at a loss for words (!)…LMFAO!!!
Didnt know what to say to them , so i think i stared at them.
the conversation with cap'n'kicks went along the lines of ,
'' Did you see that pic on facebook of the full rack '' ? (my thoughts were she works here , im in their ) stoned
cap replies looking away from everyone ''she's the one you was just speaking to , lol , and her other half is the big fucker over there lol , who you first spoke to ''
then when i looked over with this new information , i could recognise the pic to the face somewhat ......
when walking back towards the 'gang' i decided to confront her on the pic after that awkward silence part , cant remember what was exactly said but luvtick was a good sport and had a laugh about it all . It was pure laughter and enjoyment , not so much with the opium hash bong had lol.....
p.s luvtick is totally fit ...
Didnt know what to say to them , so i think i stared at them.
the conversation with cap'n'kicks went along the lines of ,
'' Did you see that pic on facebook of the full rack '' ? (my thoughts were she works here , im in their ) stoned
cap replies looking away from everyone ''she's the one you was just speaking to , lol , and her other half is the big fucker over there lol , who you first spoke to ''
then when i looked over with this new information , i could recognise the pic to the face somewhat ......
when walking back towards the 'gang' i decided to confront her on the pic after that awkward silence part , cant remember what was exactly said but luvtick was a good sport and had a laugh about it all . It was pure laughter and enjoyment , not so much with the opium hash bong had lol.....
p.s luvtick is totally fit ...
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Trashcanman
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Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
I know of no one who can capture the atmosphere of
our gatherings better then Luvtick
You always see her scribbling into her book, wondering
if she later can actually decrypt it
, and then all these
wonderful reports are created from it ...
our gatherings better then Luvtick
You always see her scribbling into her book, wondering
if she later can actually decrypt it
, and then all thesewonderful reports are created from it ...
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USbongLord
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Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
I may have to bank Sam off of a lamp post occasionally this trip 
rockin into the night
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TwoCanucks
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Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Epic may be too subdued to describe this installment
Amsterdam dreaming.............
Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Thank you for sharing your daily adventures, experiences, thoughts, and feelings while at "home".
Nicely timed that when this installment of the LuvBong Diaries is complete, the next one will be starting.
Less than 50 hazy daze...
Peace...
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Nicely timed that when this installment of the LuvBong Diaries is complete, the next one will be starting.
Less than 50 hazy daze...
Peace...
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Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
A chara Luvtick, go raibh míle maith agat...
Thanks for brightening up a wet Irish Sunday morning with your Travelogue ...
Soapy
Thanks for brightening up a wet Irish Sunday morning with your Travelogue
...Soapy
To be old and wise,You must first have to be Young and Stupid....
Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
People who i will not be violent to - Old age pensionersUSbongLord wrote:I may have to bank Sam off of a lamp post occasionally this trip
- Vietnam war veteran
- people with colostomy bags
Im sure you fall under 2 of these categories .
Do What Thou Wilt
Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Day 3: Thurs. November 21, 2013
Exactly five years of weeded bliss…today…luvtick + USBongLord = LuvBong…
Sing along…
(the tune is “September” by Earth, Wind & Fire…amended lyrics by luvtick)
Start the video for the song, but use the new lyrics…lol…
C’mon…it’s fun…
NOVEMBER (2008)
Do you remember?
21st night of November?
While chasing the clouds away…
Bike bells were ringin'
James and Leo inside were singin'
Doin' bong hits all night
Remember? You, Bonglord, stole my heart away...
Party All! Say do you remember?
Party All! Basjoe in November?
Party All! Terminating nights away.....
Bong hits Bong hits…Bong hits Bong hits
Bong hits Bong hits…Bong hits Bong hits
Bong hits Bong hits…Bong hits Bong hits
More bong hits with you
Holding hands, stop on bridge, to kiss you
Only blue talk and love
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now December
Found the love we shared in November
Only blue talk and love
Remember the true love we share today....
Party All! Say do you remember?
Party All! Basjoe in November?
Party All! Terminating nights away.....
Yep let’s all Party, -arty, -arty all! (Say do you remember?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Basjoe in November?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Terminating nights away….)
-ty aaaaall!
The bells were ringing…ah, ah…
All the souls were singing
Do you remember?
All of the snowy days? Now….?
Yep let’s all Party, -arty, -arty all! (Say do you remember?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Basjoe in November?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Terminating nights away….)
-ty aaaaall!
Yep let’s all Party, -arty, -arty all! (Say do you remember?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Basjoe in November?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Terminating nights away….)
-ty aaaaall!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
-ty aaaaall!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Ha…distracted everyone so we could celebrate alone…sorry…
(yeah, right…)
Wow…Five years…
It’s still so weird to remember the circumstances of how we met. Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam lays it all out, but, if I remember correctly, I never finished it…
Time for the “weeded” part, therefore the morning get-ready rituals are performed with amazing speed and efficiency. We park in front of our favorite bakery, Stadsbakker, and we’re carried inside by the aroma of freshly-baked pastries. When we exit the place, Bong has a croissant and I have an apple beignet…both fresh…Now we hurry along to Barney’s for coffee and morning haze hits.
The same working folks are here again today: The Blonde Dude, The Bearded-Glasses Dude, Pittsburgh shows up, and Mary Lou as barista. I go to the drink counter and say hello to her as I give her the promised cannamel. I tell her today is our 5-years-ago-we-met anniversary and she says the lattes are on her! THANKS, Mary Lou!
Meanwhile, Bong is at the budcounter and purchases some more Grinspoon. We smoke that with our lattes and break up some of Kharrum’s weed. Bong said it’s Utopia!!! In order to differentiate any Utopia from Barney’s I decide to call Kharrum’s weed “K-topia.” Having said that, our pastries are still warm, our lattes are creamy and good and the weed is fabulous. I’d say the day has begun on a very positive note.
After a long morning in one shop (we didn’t go to Bluebird), it’s agreed that we’ll head over to Voyagers. We were in Barney’s long enough to be hungry already! We decide to get actual breakfast somewhere between Barney’s and Voyagers. I’m hankerin’ a big Dutch pancake and orange juice. Every day we pass Guadalupe Steakhouse and I see the photos on the windows; I can also see the photos from my hotel room…I KNOW they have what I want. Bong doesn’t even hesitate when it is suggested we eat here. With only two other people in the place, we are serviced quickly!
Powdered sugar is generously sprinkled on the warm pancake…the beast is rolled up…and mmmmmmmmmm…the rest is history…lol… Now the giant glass of orange juice must be shared with Bong, as it is ridiculously too much for me… We enjoy each other’s company and idle conversation as we eat. Voyagers opens as we munch and we can see people going in and out; soon we are joining those going in.
I sit at the table we like when no one is sitting there and Bong gets the coffee and herb. After removing my warm coat, I notice Bong talking to someone. Rob OG!! Hey, Rob!!! He comes over and has a coffee with us. He’s on his way to work, so no extra-curricular activities just yet…but later…look out!! Lol… We enjoy his company until he must go and remind him we’ll be in Zandvoort later on during the week.
Highly Blessed and Debo are here this morning…Debo helps out at the counter:
Highly Blessed gives Bong and I something special to try in the bong, to assist in our weeded bliss. Thanks, HB!!!! Matty walks in shortly after and I write in THE NOTEBOOK: “We are sitting here wondering why…” and I do not finish the thought. Damn… Guess I’ll never know what we were wondering. Stoners.
Matty has brought some requested items from the U.S. One thing everyone is excited about is shoes for Danny. Gabby takes them out of the box and we laugh at the difference in the size of her foot and the size of Danny’s foot. She put the big shoes on and puts on a show. Unfortunately the pics I take are blurry, but you can still see the size difference!
The need to explore and get some fresh air overcomes us and we decide to roll past Barney’s Farm to see if anyone working is a familiar face. There is no need to even go inside, because we can see everyone who is working…and not a single face is familiar...yet.
“Where should we go now? Wanna go to Amnesia?”
Wait!
At the exact moment those words are uttered, there is a bright flash of consciousness and our memory loss temporarily clears; we remember the plans all along were to go to Amnesia!! We, of course, end up at Greenhouse for cheeseburgers…lol…
Being as there are no available seats on the main floor, we decide to head upstairs after purchasing 2 grams of Super Silver Haze. (If it’s on the menu, it’s purchased!) Who is up here? Big Buddha and his crew! We find a table, making haste to lay claim before anyone moves in on it and promptly are able to order our cheeseburgers. Buddha’s right-hand man, Andrew, calls Bong over to say hello. Bong greets everyone at the table and Andrew gets up, comes over to our table to give me a BIG HUG…We chat about The Cup and how life has been the past year. What seems like mere minutes pass and our waitress arrives with the two plates of cheesy goodness. Andrew returns to his table and we dig in to our food. Mmmmmmmmm. Good burger. HUGE burger. (Mental note for Bong: Greenhouse latte for you needs THREE sugars… )
Clean Plate Club members would be proud of us after that meal. (You’d think we licked them clean…lol…) It’s now time to make our lungs and brains as happy as our tummies. The Super Silver Haze is crunched and nicely destemmed as Bong prepares our bong. We each enjoy our respective hits and soon Bong gives me a rating: 8 ½ out of 10…I know *I’m* freakin’ high… A few minutes later and he drops his rating to 8 out of 10 “because of the bad cure.” I’m still high…in fact, there is this weird tribal drumming music in my head…or over my head… I contemplate the beat and Bong goes downstairs to look at the hash menu. When he returns, he shows me the Mexican Sativa Hash he just bought.
The time in Greenhouse comes to a close and Voyagers is, once again, the next shop. Rob OG is back from work and enjoying something more than coffee! Yay! The One Who White’d is here and has not yet hanged himself with his lighter leash! When the line at the budcounter reaches the door, I realize it is nearly 4:20…ah…We all make sure our herb of choice is nicely prepared in its own mode of delivery and simultaneously fill the room with a thick layer of swirly cannabis smoke. I’m so high I watch the smoke as is swirls towards the speakers…it seems to dance along with the beat. My head seems to dance along with the beat too. I feel really full from cheeseburgers…I feel really high from…I don’t even REMEMBER what was in my bong…It takes no persuading to get Bong upstairs for a break.
…ah…peace and quiet for a bit…
Even when we return downstairs the place is not so busy. The night is nearing its end and there is room to sit at the new window seats. We meet Jack Ganja and smoke with him…and towards the end of the night, this man comes over to talk to me. He’d been sitting at the end of the window tables, near the door, watching everyone…kinda lurking in a way… He’s got white hair and a full beard/mustache, also white. I quickly scribble “Duck Dynasty sitting at the end”. He introduces himself to me as Brett which sounds like a DD name…lol…and offers me some of his homemade shatter/oil/some kind of concentrate. I don’t know him from Adam, so I’m not going to automatically trust his gear…sorry…He tells me who he is and I half-listen. I do hear that he lives with his mother. This guy has white hair…and he lives with his mother?!?! Oh boy…He says she’s involved in his business…he says it’s funny because when he was younger she would punish him for pot. Now she works with him…
He has a jar of his concentrate open and sitting on the table near the door. Concentrates are iffy with the local authorities so it’s a good idea to not have them open and on display for too long. I mention this to him and he says, “It’s ok…I know the owners.” Okie dokie, then. Bong is talking with Jack Ganja so I can’t get his attention. At this point Highly Blessed walks in and Duck Dynasty asks me his name. I say, “You mean the owner that you know? His name is Highly Blessed.” Something about him rubs me the wrong way and I’m 100% annoyed with him and I want to leave. I just walk away from Duck Dynasty in mid-annoyance and begin to pack up our things. I now see in THE NOTEBOOK I have scribble into it “Google this dude, apparently he’s a big deal…for real…” It was written days later…
Bong sees that I’m annoyed and comes over to see what’s up. He never sees me annoyed. I’m rarely annoyed.
And he loves it.
He thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen! To this day he teases me about “my boyfriend.” LOL… He tells me to calm down and take it out on him upstairs. “Deal.”
He doesn’t know how “in for it” he actually is…
Who am I kidding…yes he does…
Happy 5 years of Weeded Bliss…
Now you all can go away and we’ll see you in the morning…
Exactly five years of weeded bliss…today…luvtick + USBongLord = LuvBong…
Sing along…
(the tune is “September” by Earth, Wind & Fire…amended lyrics by luvtick)
Start the video for the song, but use the new lyrics…lol…
C’mon…it’s fun…
NOVEMBER (2008)
Do you remember?
21st night of November?
While chasing the clouds away…
Bike bells were ringin'
James and Leo inside were singin'
Doin' bong hits all night
Remember? You, Bonglord, stole my heart away...
Party All! Say do you remember?
Party All! Basjoe in November?
Party All! Terminating nights away.....
Bong hits Bong hits…Bong hits Bong hits
Bong hits Bong hits…Bong hits Bong hits
Bong hits Bong hits…Bong hits Bong hits
More bong hits with you
Holding hands, stop on bridge, to kiss you
Only blue talk and love
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now December
Found the love we shared in November
Only blue talk and love
Remember the true love we share today....
Party All! Say do you remember?
Party All! Basjoe in November?
Party All! Terminating nights away.....
Yep let’s all Party, -arty, -arty all! (Say do you remember?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Basjoe in November?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Terminating nights away….)
-ty aaaaall!
The bells were ringing…ah, ah…
All the souls were singing
Do you remember?
All of the snowy days? Now….?
Yep let’s all Party, -arty, -arty all! (Say do you remember?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Basjoe in November?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Terminating nights away….)
-ty aaaaall!
Yep let’s all Party, -arty, -arty all! (Say do you remember?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Basjoe in November?)
Party, -arty, -arty, all! (Terminating nights away….)
-ty aaaaall!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
-ty aaaaall!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Party, -arty, -arty all!
Ha…distracted everyone so we could celebrate alone…sorry…
(yeah, right…)
Wow…Five years…
It’s still so weird to remember the circumstances of how we met. Birthday Adventures in Amsterdam lays it all out, but, if I remember correctly, I never finished it…
Time for the “weeded” part, therefore the morning get-ready rituals are performed with amazing speed and efficiency. We park in front of our favorite bakery, Stadsbakker, and we’re carried inside by the aroma of freshly-baked pastries. When we exit the place, Bong has a croissant and I have an apple beignet…both fresh…Now we hurry along to Barney’s for coffee and morning haze hits.
The same working folks are here again today: The Blonde Dude, The Bearded-Glasses Dude, Pittsburgh shows up, and Mary Lou as barista. I go to the drink counter and say hello to her as I give her the promised cannamel. I tell her today is our 5-years-ago-we-met anniversary and she says the lattes are on her! THANKS, Mary Lou!
Meanwhile, Bong is at the budcounter and purchases some more Grinspoon. We smoke that with our lattes and break up some of Kharrum’s weed. Bong said it’s Utopia!!! In order to differentiate any Utopia from Barney’s I decide to call Kharrum’s weed “K-topia.” Having said that, our pastries are still warm, our lattes are creamy and good and the weed is fabulous. I’d say the day has begun on a very positive note.
After a long morning in one shop (we didn’t go to Bluebird), it’s agreed that we’ll head over to Voyagers. We were in Barney’s long enough to be hungry already! We decide to get actual breakfast somewhere between Barney’s and Voyagers. I’m hankerin’ a big Dutch pancake and orange juice. Every day we pass Guadalupe Steakhouse and I see the photos on the windows; I can also see the photos from my hotel room…I KNOW they have what I want. Bong doesn’t even hesitate when it is suggested we eat here. With only two other people in the place, we are serviced quickly!
Powdered sugar is generously sprinkled on the warm pancake…the beast is rolled up…and mmmmmmmmmm…the rest is history…lol… Now the giant glass of orange juice must be shared with Bong, as it is ridiculously too much for me… We enjoy each other’s company and idle conversation as we eat. Voyagers opens as we munch and we can see people going in and out; soon we are joining those going in.
I sit at the table we like when no one is sitting there and Bong gets the coffee and herb. After removing my warm coat, I notice Bong talking to someone. Rob OG!! Hey, Rob!!! He comes over and has a coffee with us. He’s on his way to work, so no extra-curricular activities just yet…but later…look out!! Lol… We enjoy his company until he must go and remind him we’ll be in Zandvoort later on during the week.
Highly Blessed and Debo are here this morning…Debo helps out at the counter:
Highly Blessed gives Bong and I something special to try in the bong, to assist in our weeded bliss. Thanks, HB!!!! Matty walks in shortly after and I write in THE NOTEBOOK: “We are sitting here wondering why…” and I do not finish the thought. Damn… Guess I’ll never know what we were wondering. Stoners.
Matty has brought some requested items from the U.S. One thing everyone is excited about is shoes for Danny. Gabby takes them out of the box and we laugh at the difference in the size of her foot and the size of Danny’s foot. She put the big shoes on and puts on a show. Unfortunately the pics I take are blurry, but you can still see the size difference!
The need to explore and get some fresh air overcomes us and we decide to roll past Barney’s Farm to see if anyone working is a familiar face. There is no need to even go inside, because we can see everyone who is working…and not a single face is familiar...yet.
“Where should we go now? Wanna go to Amnesia?”
Wait!
At the exact moment those words are uttered, there is a bright flash of consciousness and our memory loss temporarily clears; we remember the plans all along were to go to Amnesia!! We, of course, end up at Greenhouse for cheeseburgers…lol…
Being as there are no available seats on the main floor, we decide to head upstairs after purchasing 2 grams of Super Silver Haze. (If it’s on the menu, it’s purchased!) Who is up here? Big Buddha and his crew! We find a table, making haste to lay claim before anyone moves in on it and promptly are able to order our cheeseburgers. Buddha’s right-hand man, Andrew, calls Bong over to say hello. Bong greets everyone at the table and Andrew gets up, comes over to our table to give me a BIG HUG…We chat about The Cup and how life has been the past year. What seems like mere minutes pass and our waitress arrives with the two plates of cheesy goodness. Andrew returns to his table and we dig in to our food. Mmmmmmmmm. Good burger. HUGE burger. (Mental note for Bong: Greenhouse latte for you needs THREE sugars…
)Clean Plate Club members would be proud of us after that meal. (You’d think we licked them clean…lol…) It’s now time to make our lungs and brains as happy as our tummies. The Super Silver Haze is crunched and nicely destemmed as Bong prepares our bong. We each enjoy our respective hits and soon Bong gives me a rating: 8 ½ out of 10…I know *I’m* freakin’ high… A few minutes later and he drops his rating to 8 out of 10 “because of the bad cure.” I’m still high…in fact, there is this weird tribal drumming music in my head…or over my head… I contemplate the beat and Bong goes downstairs to look at the hash menu. When he returns, he shows me the Mexican Sativa Hash he just bought.
The time in Greenhouse comes to a close and Voyagers is, once again, the next shop. Rob OG is back from work and enjoying something more than coffee! Yay! The One Who White’d is here and has not yet hanged himself with his lighter leash! When the line at the budcounter reaches the door, I realize it is nearly 4:20…ah…We all make sure our herb of choice is nicely prepared in its own mode of delivery and simultaneously fill the room with a thick layer of swirly cannabis smoke. I’m so high I watch the smoke as is swirls towards the speakers…it seems to dance along with the beat. My head seems to dance along with the beat too. I feel really full from cheeseburgers…I feel really high from…I don’t even REMEMBER what was in my bong…It takes no persuading to get Bong upstairs for a break.
…ah…peace and quiet for a bit…
Even when we return downstairs the place is not so busy. The night is nearing its end and there is room to sit at the new window seats. We meet Jack Ganja and smoke with him…and towards the end of the night, this man comes over to talk to me. He’d been sitting at the end of the window tables, near the door, watching everyone…kinda lurking in a way… He’s got white hair and a full beard/mustache, also white. I quickly scribble “Duck Dynasty sitting at the end”. He introduces himself to me as Brett which sounds like a DD name…lol…and offers me some of his homemade shatter/oil/some kind of concentrate. I don’t know him from Adam, so I’m not going to automatically trust his gear…sorry…He tells me who he is and I half-listen. I do hear that he lives with his mother. This guy has white hair…and he lives with his mother?!?! Oh boy…He says she’s involved in his business…he says it’s funny because when he was younger she would punish him for pot. Now she works with him…
He has a jar of his concentrate open and sitting on the table near the door. Concentrates are iffy with the local authorities so it’s a good idea to not have them open and on display for too long. I mention this to him and he says, “It’s ok…I know the owners.” Okie dokie, then. Bong is talking with Jack Ganja so I can’t get his attention. At this point Highly Blessed walks in and Duck Dynasty asks me his name. I say, “You mean the owner that you know? His name is Highly Blessed.” Something about him rubs me the wrong way and I’m 100% annoyed with him and I want to leave. I just walk away from Duck Dynasty in mid-annoyance and begin to pack up our things. I now see in THE NOTEBOOK I have scribble into it “Google this dude, apparently he’s a big deal…for real…” It was written days later…
Bong sees that I’m annoyed and comes over to see what’s up. He never sees me annoyed. I’m rarely annoyed.
And he loves it.
He thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen! To this day he teases me about “my boyfriend.” LOL… He tells me to calm down and take it out on him upstairs. “Deal.”
He doesn’t know how “in for it” he actually is…
Who am I kidding…yes he does…
Happy 5 years of Weeded Bliss…
Now you all can go away and we’ll see you in the morning…
Last edited by luvtick on Sun 12th Oct 2014 06:36 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Day 4: Fri. November 22, 2013
We awaken slowly, after a night of celebration and extra time is given to thank each other for the wonderful times we had yesterday. It’s hard to tell where last night ended and today begins; either way the eminent whole-body shiver will wrack me in convulsions of pleasure. Yes, the first day of the next five years is as blissful as all previous mornings…ahhh…
Slowly seems to be the theme of the morning. Our routine is still performed efficiently, if not a bit slow as well. Our ride to Barney’s is slowed down by taking another route to see new sights. Staadsbakker is not to be missed, so our croissants are fresh for coffee and haze. Mary Lou is off today and in her place Elaine is working. She is the American girl who was here last year; she made some kick ass guacamole at Erin’s party… I give her an enthusiastic “Hello!” and remind her of her guac. She remembers Bong and I and helps us with our latte order. Bong has, in the meantime, headed to the budcounter where he orders some Utopia Haze to start the day. Croissants, lattes, Utopia Haze bong hits: Another fine morning, indeed.
Today is going to be a Bluebird day, so we finish up our drinks and pack up the rest of the Utopia Haze before saying goodbye to Elaine and everyone else working today. The familiar route to Bluebird gets us there quickly, as that coffee/haze/croissant fuel-up helps us move a bit more swiftly! When we arrive and park the scooter, the steep stairs are climbed and I’m happy to see Kees at the top-of-the-stairs table and Jessie in the tobacco area.
Bong begins to dig through his bag, looking for a present…he has brought some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for Jessie. Check that. He brought him ONE Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. ONE Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup that weighs ONE POUND! That is CRAZY!! As Jessie, Kees, and I contemplate the enormity of the candy, Bong goes to the budcounter to peruse the menu. He returns with Kali Mist, Super Silver Haze, and Casey Jones. Woohoo! Mighty choices this morning!! I get to choose what goes into the bong: Kali Mist it is! I must say, I draw a BIG in THE NOTEBOOK next to that one!!! I’m pretty sure Bong likes it too, as I have written the first of many Bongisms of the trip: “David Bowie was at the Alamo (I think).”
WTF?!? LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!
We are still giggling about his David Bowie comment as we scoot up to Voyagers where we finish out the morning. The Voyagers window underneath where we park the scooter shows us Matty is inside. A run upstairs to the room is in order, so we head up and do what we need to do. Several minutes pass before we are inside the coffeeshop. Unfortunately Matty has left the building. In his place, or in their own place, actually, are a few ACDers: Soapy is here with his mate, smoking Lemon Bubble…”High guys!” Kindly, they share some smoke with us! The One Who White’d is trying to light the vape pen…with a lighter…lol…someone stop that boy…lol…Hide and Tomoya are here feverishly posting our presence on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Matty returns with a secret stash of Kosher Kush and smokes some with us…Ravine introduces himself to us and we smoke some more. Seems that everyone walking through the door knows who we are! In fact, the kids (18 years old, probably…kids to me…) that are sitting on the futon near the budcounter are overheard (by me) saying, “He must be The Mayor of Voyagers because everyone that came in had to say hi to him.”
LMFAO.
Again.
The Mayor??? Of Voyagers?!?!? Lolololololol…
As I’m laughing at that and feverishly noting it, Bong is deep in conversation with a table-full of minions (do mayors have minions??) about our dinner last night, “Green Burgers and Cheese House,” is the next Bongism for the books…lololol
The talk of food makes everyone within earshot a bit hungry. The clock agrees at its hands are both nearing 12. The decision to leave for food is agreed upon. Before we leave, however, we are both stunned…stunned that we didn’t see her walk in…stunned when we finally DID see her. You decide:
On that note, we head out for food.
Stubbe’s is Bong’s fish shack of choice; I go to the hot dog place next door. Perfectly quick, inexpensive and satisfying! Yay!
“What now?”
“Let’s see if Erin is working at Barney’s Farm now…”
And we’re off…
In mere minutes, we are parking outside The Farm and walking inside. We ask about Erin and we’re told she “doesn’t work anymore…only at the warehouse.” Bummer.
We leave a bit sad…and decide to go down to Amnesia.
Amnesia is so packed, there is a line nearly to the door. Waaaaaay too crowded. Bummer.
Third time’s a charm, right? We beeline for Barney’s Lounge and finally have success!
Upon walking in, the first thing I notice is the girl sitting at the bar. She has blonde, curly hair that extends nearly to the floor! Like Rapunzel-long! I suppose with the curls, she’s more like Lady Godiva, though this girl’s clothed! (and horse-less…) We walk past her and the others and lo and behold, there is an empty table in the corner! The table we like! I quickly walk over and grab it, since you never know when a coffeeshop is going to get a surprise rush!
As I set up shop by taking off my winter garb, extracting the weed, the tray, and THE NOTEBOOK, Bong is, as usual, at the budcounter picking “something we haven’t had yet.” He returns with G-13 Haze! Praise be to all who get praised!! Oh…and 2 lattes show up minutes later. We enjoy the first hit of G-13, when in walks Kharrum!! He sits and visits with us and we share both bong and vape hits with him. The hour of 4:20 is quickly approaching and we invite Kharrum to join us up at Voyagers. He has something to do, so he says he’ll catch up with us later. We all depart at the same time.
A scooter is great when you’re going from Barney’s Lounge all the way up to Voyagers! We are there in a flash and soon we join in on the festivities already started. Sam Seed and Domina Haze are inside with a new face, a guy from Cleveland. I’d call him Cleveland, but everyone may think of the Family Guy character! Lol…He is NOTHING like that Cleveland! He did join ACD in December as “phil” so that is what I will call him, phil. We all gather at a table and begin the festivities. The herb of choice for today’s 4:20 is…King Kong from Voyagers and Peppermint Kush from Barney’s. Everyone prepares in the way everyone likes to prepare and as the clock strikes our favorite witching hour, lighters light and smokers smoke. When the smoke clears, I am having a conversation with phil and he tells me he lived in San Francisco once upon a time! Wow! Turns out he was there in 1989, when we had our big earthquake! OMG! Everyone always tells everyone where they were during the earthquake, so I have to ask him. I am somewhat amused to hear he was all of nine years old! I was older than nine and engaged to be married…lolololol…
Suddenly the realization of how high I am hits me. I have to ask about which weed was in my bowl. Sam Seed says it was the Peppermint Kush. I get the genetic breakdown: Nepal x Stella Blue. All I know is that I am floating in space and loving every second of it! Thanks!!
A familiar face is spotted over by the bong table. There is no mistaking him; he’s as unique as a penguin in the desert! Who is this? Gas! Hey!!!!!!!! He’s here every year just like we are; he stays in Voyagers every year too! (I think he’s been staying at Voyagers even before we started!) I give him a hug and a cannamel and he’s quick to offer his pipe. Awesome to see you again!!
Hunger wins once again and once again we are going over to Julia’s. I’m a little over pasta and realize I’m not too hungry when we get there. I cannot resist the tiramisu however. OMFG. It’s the freakin’ best!! Mmmmm… (I want some now!!)
With satisfied bellies, we return to Voyagers to finish out the night. The place is jumping with excitement! The One Who White'd is here along with phil. Hide and Tomoya are sitting close by, getting to know them both. Jack Ganja is also here and joins in the smokefest. Elaine from Barney’s is here…with Rapunzel and her husband! Ha! I even thought that Rapunzel reminded me of Elaine and here they are together! Elaine comes over to say hello and introduces us to Rapunzel and her husband. They both have names from the characters on The Brady Bunch so I’ll refer to them as the Bradys… They are SO nice! Matty and Braunezucker show up and say their hellos. This is the first time Braunezucker has seen Hide and Tomoya and they both jump up to give her a hug. I have to laugh because I write in THE NOTEBOOK that when both Hide and Tomoya hug Braunezucker, they both grab her butt… lolololol…
The higher I get, the more I people watch. This year, I added note-taking to my people-watching. I note that “Jason Stratman and mini Kongo” walk in…as does a boy that looks like a friend of mine at home. Conversations continue to be lively and animated…full of sometimes useful and sometimes useless information. Bongs are filled, pipes are passed, cones are rolled and the beat of the music constantly helps along the way. As the ashtrays fill and the soda bottles empty, people begin to leave for their late-night plans. Bong and I have plans. We plan on going upstairs and getting naked.
...and that’s exactly what we do…
We awaken slowly, after a night of celebration and extra time is given to thank each other for the wonderful times we had yesterday. It’s hard to tell where last night ended and today begins; either way the eminent whole-body shiver will wrack me in convulsions of pleasure. Yes, the first day of the next five years is as blissful as all previous mornings…ahhh…
Slowly seems to be the theme of the morning. Our routine is still performed efficiently, if not a bit slow as well. Our ride to Barney’s is slowed down by taking another route to see new sights. Staadsbakker is not to be missed, so our croissants are fresh for coffee and haze. Mary Lou is off today and in her place Elaine is working. She is the American girl who was here last year; she made some kick ass guacamole at Erin’s party… I give her an enthusiastic “Hello!” and remind her of her guac. She remembers Bong and I and helps us with our latte order. Bong has, in the meantime, headed to the budcounter where he orders some Utopia Haze to start the day. Croissants, lattes, Utopia Haze bong hits: Another fine morning, indeed.
Today is going to be a Bluebird day, so we finish up our drinks and pack up the rest of the Utopia Haze before saying goodbye to Elaine and everyone else working today. The familiar route to Bluebird gets us there quickly, as that coffee/haze/croissant fuel-up helps us move a bit more swiftly! When we arrive and park the scooter, the steep stairs are climbed and I’m happy to see Kees at the top-of-the-stairs table and Jessie in the tobacco area.
Bong begins to dig through his bag, looking for a present…he has brought some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for Jessie. Check that. He brought him ONE Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. ONE Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup that weighs ONE POUND! That is CRAZY!! As Jessie, Kees, and I contemplate the enormity of the candy, Bong goes to the budcounter to peruse the menu. He returns with Kali Mist, Super Silver Haze, and Casey Jones. Woohoo! Mighty choices this morning!! I get to choose what goes into the bong: Kali Mist it is! I must say, I draw a BIG
in THE NOTEBOOK next to that one!!! I’m pretty sure Bong likes it too, as I have written the first of many Bongisms of the trip: “David Bowie was at the Alamo (I think).” WTF?!? LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!
We are still giggling about his David Bowie comment as we scoot up to Voyagers where we finish out the morning. The Voyagers window underneath where we park the scooter shows us Matty is inside. A run upstairs to the room is in order, so we head up and do what we need to do. Several minutes pass before we are inside the coffeeshop. Unfortunately Matty has left the building. In his place, or in their own place, actually, are a few ACDers: Soapy is here with his mate, smoking Lemon Bubble…”High guys!” Kindly, they share some smoke with us! The One Who White’d is trying to light the vape pen…with a lighter…lol…someone stop that boy…lol…Hide and Tomoya are here feverishly posting our presence on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Matty returns with a secret stash of Kosher Kush and smokes some with us…Ravine introduces himself to us and we smoke some more. Seems that everyone walking through the door knows who we are! In fact, the kids (18 years old, probably…kids to me…) that are sitting on the futon near the budcounter are overheard (by me) saying, “He must be The Mayor of Voyagers because everyone that came in had to say hi to him.”
LMFAO.
Again.
The Mayor??? Of Voyagers?!?!? Lolololololol…
As I’m laughing at that and feverishly noting it, Bong is deep in conversation with a table-full of minions (do mayors have minions??) about our dinner last night, “Green Burgers and Cheese House,” is the next Bongism for the books…lololol
The talk of food makes everyone within earshot a bit hungry. The clock agrees at its hands are both nearing 12. The decision to leave for food is agreed upon. Before we leave, however, we are both stunned…stunned that we didn’t see her walk in…stunned when we finally DID see her. You decide:
On that note, we head out for food.
Stubbe’s is Bong’s fish shack of choice; I go to the hot dog place next door. Perfectly quick, inexpensive and satisfying! Yay!
“What now?”
“Let’s see if Erin is working at Barney’s Farm now…”
And we’re off…
In mere minutes, we are parking outside The Farm and walking inside. We ask about Erin and we’re told she “doesn’t work anymore…only at the warehouse.” Bummer.
We leave a bit sad…and decide to go down to Amnesia.
Amnesia is so packed, there is a line nearly to the door. Waaaaaay too crowded. Bummer.
Third time’s a charm, right? We beeline for Barney’s Lounge and finally have success!
Upon walking in, the first thing I notice is the girl sitting at the bar. She has blonde, curly hair that extends nearly to the floor! Like Rapunzel-long! I suppose with the curls, she’s more like Lady Godiva, though this girl’s clothed! (and horse-less…) We walk past her and the others and lo and behold, there is an empty table in the corner! The table we like! I quickly walk over and grab it, since you never know when a coffeeshop is going to get a surprise rush!
As I set up shop by taking off my winter garb, extracting the weed, the tray, and THE NOTEBOOK, Bong is, as usual, at the budcounter picking “something we haven’t had yet.” He returns with G-13 Haze! Praise be to all who get praised!! Oh…and 2 lattes show up minutes later. We enjoy the first hit of G-13, when in walks Kharrum!! He sits and visits with us and we share both bong and vape hits with him. The hour of 4:20 is quickly approaching and we invite Kharrum to join us up at Voyagers. He has something to do, so he says he’ll catch up with us later. We all depart at the same time.
A scooter is great when you’re going from Barney’s Lounge all the way up to Voyagers! We are there in a flash and soon we join in on the festivities already started. Sam Seed and Domina Haze are inside with a new face, a guy from Cleveland. I’d call him Cleveland, but everyone may think of the Family Guy character! Lol…He is NOTHING like that Cleveland! He did join ACD in December as “phil” so that is what I will call him, phil. We all gather at a table and begin the festivities. The herb of choice for today’s 4:20 is…King Kong from Voyagers and Peppermint Kush from Barney’s. Everyone prepares in the way everyone likes to prepare and as the clock strikes our favorite witching hour, lighters light and smokers smoke. When the smoke clears, I am having a conversation with phil and he tells me he lived in San Francisco once upon a time! Wow! Turns out he was there in 1989, when we had our big earthquake! OMG! Everyone always tells everyone where they were during the earthquake, so I have to ask him. I am somewhat amused to hear he was all of nine years old! I was older than nine and engaged to be married…lolololol…
Suddenly the realization of how high I am hits me. I have to ask about which weed was in my bowl. Sam Seed says it was the Peppermint Kush. I get the genetic breakdown: Nepal x Stella Blue. All I know is that I am floating in space and loving every second of it! Thanks!!
A familiar face is spotted over by the bong table. There is no mistaking him; he’s as unique as a penguin in the desert! Who is this? Gas! Hey!!!!!!!! He’s here every year just like we are; he stays in Voyagers every year too! (I think he’s been staying at Voyagers even before we started!) I give him a hug and a cannamel and he’s quick to offer his pipe. Awesome to see you again!!
Hunger wins once again and once again we are going over to Julia’s. I’m a little over pasta and realize I’m not too hungry when we get there. I cannot resist the tiramisu however. OMFG. It’s the freakin’ best!! Mmmmm… (I want some now!!)
With satisfied bellies, we return to Voyagers to finish out the night. The place is jumping with excitement! The One Who White'd is here along with phil. Hide and Tomoya are sitting close by, getting to know them both. Jack Ganja is also here and joins in the smokefest. Elaine from Barney’s is here…with Rapunzel and her husband! Ha! I even thought that Rapunzel reminded me of Elaine and here they are together! Elaine comes over to say hello and introduces us to Rapunzel and her husband. They both have names from the characters on The Brady Bunch so I’ll refer to them as the Bradys… They are SO nice! Matty and Braunezucker show up and say their hellos. This is the first time Braunezucker has seen Hide and Tomoya and they both jump up to give her a hug. I have to laugh because I write in THE NOTEBOOK that when both Hide and Tomoya hug Braunezucker, they both grab her butt… lolololol…
The higher I get, the more I people watch. This year, I added note-taking to my people-watching. I note that “Jason Stratman and mini Kongo” walk in…as does a boy that looks like a friend of mine at home. Conversations continue to be lively and animated…full of sometimes useful and sometimes useless information. Bongs are filled, pipes are passed, cones are rolled and the beat of the music constantly helps along the way. As the ashtrays fill and the soda bottles empty, people begin to leave for their late-night plans. Bong and I have plans. We plan on going upstairs and getting naked.
...and that’s exactly what we do…
Stoner chicks RULE
Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
Danny is in the pic with the japanese girl , the expression on his face was priceless .......
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Re: FIVE Years of Weeded Bliss or Birthday Adventures in AMS
[quote="samseed"] I LUVTICK
This is a cease and desist order not to use " I Luvtick " or any of its iterations.
I coined the phrase 3 years ago,and copyrighted it shortly after.
If you continue,you will die of marijuana poisoning.
Ps
Loving the double episodic weekends!
I LUVTICK This is a cease and desist order not to use " I Luvtick " or any of its iterations.
I coined the phrase 3 years ago,and copyrighted it shortly after.
If you continue,you will die of marijuana poisoning.
Ps
Loving the double episodic weekends!