December 11, 2012

Oh Amsterdam.

Day three and I’m ready to leave.   It’s too much like Vegas where too easily things can get crazy really quickly.   I walked through the red light district and came out with only the feeling of disgust.  I headed to a place that is famous for their pancakes and waited in line for 30 minutes for my table of one.  The food was delish and then I did a little more shopping and wandering.  The Italian photographer I met in Paris is having a gallery show so I make my way south on the tram and drink wine and look at art with a faux interest.  It is great to see the Italian and her energy always surprises me. She is very gregarious and makes me smile.  I got back to my hostel unsure of what to do with the rest of my evening.  I didn’t really want to get high by myself since I had seen what too much of a good thing can do to the people here.  I needed a buddy.

I had the room to myself the last two nights, which was kind of nice, but I also had not met anyone new which was a bummer.  The girls in the room across the hall seem kind of crazy and every time the door swings open it looks like a bomb went off in their room.  I guessed them to be Russian but I’m not sure.  I knocked on their door to ask them if they knew of any place to go dancing.  Turns out they are all from Glasgow, Scotland and their accents are SO thick I can hardly make out what they are saying.  They invite me in for a drink.  They are all in their early 20’s and here for a concert.  They look like they are doubles for Jersey Shore with their poofs, eyeliner and neon skin tight clothes.  They insist I spend the evening with them when they learn I am traveling alone.  I realized before they asked me that I would have to tone myself down a bit..   so when they asked how old I was I said 26 and it was met with a gasp and “you are so old!”.    ……  I laugh to myself as I’m typing this.  So there you have it.  I got drunk and high with these jersey shore scots and could only understand every other thing they said which was entertainment all its own.  A perfect end to my time in Amsterdam.