Standard road trip up there, driving through Belgium and crawled into clog country around midday. Eventually got to the Dam and to our lovely hotel then decided a beer and spliff was not to be missed.
My Grolsch went down quicker than a local window worker...then we smooked some weed.
About 20mins after the photo was taken, I started to feel like shit. Went to get off my bar stool the quick way by falling to the ground head first. Supposedly my eyes went into the back of my head n whatnot, but my lot are cunts for not seizing the opportunity to take photos whilst I seized on the floor!
Came to a minute later, got to my feet, looked around then drunkenly proclaimed "oh yeah, I'm in Amsterdam innit"...then Tinie Tempah'd!
Woke up with a dutchman frantically rubbing ice over my head and being fed bread like a pigeon on the high street, I plucked up the courage to get up and I managed to put my coat on and go outside for some air.
...I didn't really, got the coat over my shoulders and faceplanted again within two steps!
Turns out it's not a good idea to go and get baked in the Dam on an empty stomach and 90mins sleep. Oh well, you lives and learns.
After a nice 14hr sleep I felt normal again, and my pretty face was fine too. Bumped into my responsable (teacher in charge of me) in the dam, definately wasn't awkward seeing her when you're having a beer on the hotel porch at 11.30am.
Loved life with a couple paddy fry ups and got on the Guinness.
Went to the Heineken brewery, ate some space cake, then went to the sex museum, was pretty cultural I spose.
Got drunk as a skunk, ate fried chicken, sang Rick Astley in bed then passed out.
Nice drive home apart from the speeding tickets for being 30 km/h over the limit, Gendarmerie, you have made yourself another enemy...wankstains.
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