In amsterdam! sorry I havent updated this in a while but the keyboards in paris were a pain in the ass to use, so im gonna break down this entry into what i remeber of paris and my first two days in amsterdam
Paris Night 1- We arrived around 9-9:30 pm pacific standard time and we basically dropped off our bags and started the party. After we tossed a few back a greek man by the name of max began telling us how were all equal and he loves us, he then bought me and my two companions a drink, then he ended up in a fight with another man who came to talk to us about god, from what I could gather the greek guy didint belive in god and was telling the god guy that he only sees what he belives....
Paris Day 2- day 2 was pretty unexciting during the *gay(ment to say day.... this shit is to good), We went and saw some churches found out the louve was closed for the day and ate at a cafe that cost me pratically half my college savings, however the night proved a bit more exciting. After returning from the jim morrison grave site I went out around the town. When i returned to my room I was standing on the balconi talking to my brother when water literally poured on me from above, I looked up to see if anyone was there and we thought it was the room above us. So we threw a McDonalds hamburger back into the room. Then two very fine looking british ladies come outside and inform us that it in fact was not them, but the people on the roof. We invited them down stairs and they where about to join us until my brother said "wow what fags". The British ladies then from the balconi above our head began to lecture us in there prissy british accents about how we shouldnt use the word fag and how europe is past that.Past that I asked? then I asked her about europes rather shaky civil rights records when it concerns muslim immigrants, jews, and Africans. she scoffed then told me and my brother to stop being such "cunts" about it. Then they had the nerve to to call us "Slimy Americans". I really wanted to slap those bitches.
Paris Day 3- Day 3 started off shitty because we bought the train tickets to Amsterdam for the wrong day so after panicking, anger, a little shame, and some crazy old guy who kept pulling people out of line, we finally got the tickets exchanged. The third night we checked out this carnival because it happened to be Bastille day. but thats about all. Im pretty much sick of writing so the rest will come later, gotta go back to those high class amsterdam coffee shops
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