Exiting Arm.
So, I'm sitting here, a head full of anchors and wormholes while Joey sleeps. he leaves in about 6 hours back to Denver and I feel like a dick, but he's lugging a lot of my shit back to the states for me. Which is incredibly nice of him, as I simply wouldn't be able to get my stuff back without his help. Thanks, Joey. You're a good man.
Bruxelles was fantastic. For me, at least. Bummer for Joey, he got a bad case of the stomach fairy from a Geuze beer. I suppose it's called Mort Subite for a reason. Having the stomach fairy will spoil anyone's mood, and I'm not always too sympathetic to people when they're grouchy. So I was kind of a jerk to bitchy Joey. Sorry, Joey. I was left to wander the city for an afternoon on my own and I had a blast. I walked to pretty much every monument and potential destination--browsing for the scuzzier parts of the city and the best street art I could find. Needless to say, I was pretty impressed with what I found. Especially one wall that had some of the most detailed work I've ever seen. I don't know, ever since watching Bomb It!, I've been so stuck thinking of art--particularly of the street variety. I plan on seeing what I can manage and perhaps tagging up some parts of Denver with what I might be able to devise.
Belgians are really cool people. It's funny, I find that pretty much every city that I've visited in Europe I like more than Paris. Maybe I'm just jaded from Paris, maybe Parisians are just a bunch of Gobsuckers who can't take a joke. I don't know.
We were able to get a stockpile of good beers that I couldn't find in any of the Caves in Paris, including the legendary Westvleteren beers--which have to be purchased at the monastery directly. They went for 6 Euros a bottle, but luckily Joey bought those ones. Thanks, Joey. According to this, the Westvleteren 12 is the Greatest Beer on Planet Earth. Which I wouldn't disagree with. So, cheers to that. Of course went to Delirium Café and tasted a lot of beers I've never been able to get my hands on. Double Plus Good. Oh, I also finally found the ever-elusive Grottenbier, the remaining St. Bernardus brew that I haven't yet tried. Score.
Lucky for us, we got stuck in traffic for 2.5 hours on the way back because a huge pile of tires was sitting on the other side of the road. Excellent. We made it back about 22h, chilled for a bit and headed out to meet up with Ted for his last night. Went well, except I suddenly started feeling not-too-hot and yaked twice in the bathroom. Thinking it was done, I headed back home to pick up some beers only to be surprised by the most revolting stomach fairy I've ever experienced: food poisioning. I slept for about 20 mins, yaked, slept 20 mins, yaked and repeat, ad nauseum. I've never thrown up so much in my life. My stomach wretched until there was nothing left in it, then it wretched some more. I got a little scared when I started puking up these dark, yellow/green slime balls. That feeling of your stomach pushing everything out of it with such force was really terrifying. Being that out of control of your body by a foreign agent. I hope I get my strengh back by tomorrow.
In conclusion:
-Beer=very good;
-Food poisoning=demon. Bad demon.
Bruxelles was fantastic. For me, at least. Bummer for Joey, he got a bad case of the stomach fairy from a Geuze beer. I suppose it's called Mort Subite for a reason. Having the stomach fairy will spoil anyone's mood, and I'm not always too sympathetic to people when they're grouchy. So I was kind of a jerk to bitchy Joey. Sorry, Joey. I was left to wander the city for an afternoon on my own and I had a blast. I walked to pretty much every monument and potential destination--browsing for the scuzzier parts of the city and the best street art I could find. Needless to say, I was pretty impressed with what I found. Especially one wall that had some of the most detailed work I've ever seen. I don't know, ever since watching Bomb It!, I've been so stuck thinking of art--particularly of the street variety. I plan on seeing what I can manage and perhaps tagging up some parts of Denver with what I might be able to devise.
Belgians are really cool people. It's funny, I find that pretty much every city that I've visited in Europe I like more than Paris. Maybe I'm just jaded from Paris, maybe Parisians are just a bunch of Gobsuckers who can't take a joke. I don't know.
We were able to get a stockpile of good beers that I couldn't find in any of the Caves in Paris, including the legendary Westvleteren beers--which have to be purchased at the monastery directly. They went for 6 Euros a bottle, but luckily Joey bought those ones. Thanks, Joey. According to this, the Westvleteren 12 is the Greatest Beer on Planet Earth. Which I wouldn't disagree with. So, cheers to that. Of course went to Delirium Café and tasted a lot of beers I've never been able to get my hands on. Double Plus Good. Oh, I also finally found the ever-elusive Grottenbier, the remaining St. Bernardus brew that I haven't yet tried. Score.
Lucky for us, we got stuck in traffic for 2.5 hours on the way back because a huge pile of tires was sitting on the other side of the road. Excellent. We made it back about 22h, chilled for a bit and headed out to meet up with Ted for his last night. Went well, except I suddenly started feeling not-too-hot and yaked twice in the bathroom. Thinking it was done, I headed back home to pick up some beers only to be surprised by the most revolting stomach fairy I've ever experienced: food poisioning. I slept for about 20 mins, yaked, slept 20 mins, yaked and repeat, ad nauseum. I've never thrown up so much in my life. My stomach wretched until there was nothing left in it, then it wretched some more. I got a little scared when I started puking up these dark, yellow/green slime balls. That feeling of your stomach pushing everything out of it with such force was really terrifying. Being that out of control of your body by a foreign agent. I hope I get my strengh back by tomorrow.
In conclusion:
-Beer=very good;
-Food poisoning=demon. Bad demon.