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Just got back from Amsterdam. A terrific city, really. The prostitutes sex workers sit inside windows and display their goods, and the air always seems to have a faint trace of marijuana. The canals are lovely, as are the buildings. I went to four museums and destroyed my feet with all the walking on cobblestones, so that each step feels like someone is stabbing me in the foot.
Most importantly, I MADE FRIENDS. Actual friends. Who hung out with me all weekend. We went to a bar on Saturday night, where we each had one drink and we danced to "Thriller." Everyone else either stayed in all evening having no fun at all or came in trashed and stoned at four in the morning. Turns out, though, that there are people like me here, too. And I found them. And they like me. Maybe this trip will be fun, after all.
P.S. I know, I know, you all told me this would happen. Some things you just have to discover for yourself.
Most importantly, I MADE FRIENDS. Actual friends. Who hung out with me all weekend. We went to a bar on Saturday night, where we each had one drink and we danced to "Thriller." Everyone else either stayed in all evening having no fun at all or came in trashed and stoned at four in the morning. Turns out, though, that there are people like me here, too. And I found them. And they like me. Maybe this trip will be fun, after all.
P.S. I know, I know, you all told me this would happen. Some things you just have to discover for yourself.