Thursday, November 15, 2007

Amsterdam


Man, I miss Europe. I went to Europe after I graduated from ASU in 2001 (man, was it that long ago?) and fell in love with it. I always told myself I would go back but I haven’t yet. Who knows, after I get laid off because of the strikes, maybe I could move there and make movies in France.

I had many favorites places in Europe, Amsterdam being in the top two. Why Amsterdam? Why not?

I always pictured Amsterdam as this seedy place where it was perpetually night, shady characters dart into alleys and you would be scared for your life at all times. I couldn't be more wrong. It's clean, nice and I never felt in trouble.

Amsterdam has it all; art, culture, nice people, good food, beautiful canals, dutch flowers, drugs and legal prostitution; everything a growing boy needs to survive.

I didn’t partake in the prostitution when I was there but I do have an awesome story from someone who did.

One night I decided to hit the town on my own, without my two best friends who I was traveling with. Once out, I enjoyed many Heinekens and lots of Dutch weed. It was great, I highly recommend it. At one of the ‘coffee’ shops, I ran into a guy from Cuba. We hit it off right away, talking about a million things. He proceeded to get me more and more wasted. In an hour, I was faced. We were laughing hard when he told me that he had something to show me.

We walked to the Red Light District. In the windows of the multiple hundreds of years old homes were hookers hanging out. When they got a customer, they will close the curtains and get busy.

We found the building that Juan was looking for. He pointed out a brunette, the hottest in the building.

“What do you think of that one dere?” Juan asked in his funny accent.

“She’s hot,” I started to get a weird feeling. Why did Juan bring me here? Was he like some sort of recruiter for hookers. I wasn’t about to fuck a hooker, no matter how hot she was.

Juan cleared his throat. “She is a man,” he said matter of factly with his Cuban accent.

Wow. I mean wow. What does one say after this?

I asked him, “How do you know that?”

“I don’t vant to talk about it,” Juan replied.

No talk needed, I understood right away.

That’s why Europe is awesome, stuff like that doesn’t happen in the good ol’ USA.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love it!

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