Stag Don't
So myself and Andy (who you may know from The Podcast) and Adrian went to Amsterdam for my Stag Weekend, which Adrian liked to refer to as a "Stag Do", but I thought was more of a "Stag Don't". It went thusly:
Friday: Arrive in Airport at 6.45am, realise the flight left 45 minutes ago, panic, go to Aer Lingus desk where nice lady changes our flight for a small fee. Praise lord I didn't book with Ryanair.
Get to Amsterdam at midday-ish, check in, go STRAIGHT TO (after getting totally lost for about an hour) ABRAXAS COFFEESHOP and proceed to [redacted] on some of the "local herbs".
Meet Adrian, who was flying from London, back at Prinsen Hotel. Chill out for a while and get ready for dinner (where "get ready" means [redacted])
Go to Cafe De Koe for dinner. Have an INCREDIBLE Tuna steak (crispy on the outside, sushi on the inside... Mmmm...) while the lads tuck into their ostrich steaks. Proceed upstairs afterwards for beverages and multiple games of pinball. Awesome!
Saturday:Wake up late (as in after breakfast), [redacted]. Go to some random place for breakfast.
Go to NEMO. Make huge, person-sized bubbles, take amusing photos, watch some dude mess up his Rube Goldberg-esque contraption, generally have good clean geeky fun!
Be very surprised by the fact that there's a sun terrace and bar on the roof of the science museum! Get beer. [redacted]. Be told by random NEMO dude in yellow t-shirt that "err... You can't schmoke weed here guysh". Cool, no problem. Wait until NEMO guy disappears, [redacted].
Go to Liverpool FC v Stoke City in Durty Nelly's Irish Pub. Drink beer. Eat chips. Have half-time [redacted]. Watch a really, really boring football match. Complain. Watch goals in West Ham v Newcastle match on other side of bar.
Back to hotel, get ready (for real this time, change clothes, freshen up, etc). [redacted].
Go to SupperClub Amsterdam. Eat amazing food in an amazing place. Dance furiously between courses. Impress tasty Spanish ladies with awesome dance moves. Big Fish, Little Fish, Cardboard Box. Fantastic.
Walk back to hotel, in desperate need of a toilet. Find "outdoor urinal" and investigate. Not as bad as pissing in the street, not as nice as your average public loo.
Buy munchie food. Go back to hotel. [redacted] (again) and stuff face. Fall asleep in bed full of Pringles.
Sunday: Breakfast in some nice Pancake place near Dam square that I'd been trying to find all weekend. Very nice.
Go to Vondelpark to chill out and [redacted] whatever we have left (FAIL: we had to throw away some of the "local herbs" that were remaining). Take photos. Chat. Chill. Watch the world go by very very s-l-o-w-l-y...
Pick up bags from hotel, go to airport, tearful farewell (to the CITY not EACH OTHER), go home.
Verdict: 10 out of 10. Did everything I wanted to do, in the company of two of my very bestest mates. Three weeks to go until the wedding. AAAAARRRRRGGGGH!
(This post has been poorly edited to disguise the shenanigans)
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Comments
Sounds fab. Can't even PICTURE stoned Sevitz though..
Posted by: Gordon | September 22, 2008 1:20 PM
Sevitz, not being someone who has partaken of the smelly weed that much, is quite hilarious when slightly stoney. He definitely seemed to be enjoying himself, but that may have been due to the huge amount of beautiful women and their incredible bums (note: no woman or her bum is as incredible as the one I'm marrying in a few weeks).
He was definitely inhaling though. I made sure. :-)
Posted by: Matt
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September 22, 2008 1:33 PM
what happens in the dam stays in the dam dude.can't believe u managed to document all that so precisely.it's just a distant memory to me now,at least it wold be if i could remember it!
just messin,glad you enjoyed it.next time you're gettin married we'll do it again.
(only joking nikki)
Posted by: andy | September 22, 2008 6:36 PM
Oh Durty Nellys, is there one of them EVERYWHERE? Apart from Ireland obviously. Durty Nellys in Perth makes the nicest Fish N Chips ever, fact.
Glad you had fun bruv, I forgot you were going and thought that you phone was fooked...again!
Posted by: Babs | September 22, 2008 8:01 PM
Andy: Did I not tell you I was taking notes the whole time? And yes the time I had was indeed very, very enjoyable, we must do it again.
Babs: It would seem there is one everywhere all right. they did some decent chips and potato wedges in the Amsterdam one, it has to be said.
I kinda knew you forgot I was going when I missed your call and got your voicemail. And yes, my phone is indeed fucked. Not again, per se, but more like "still". I need a new one (hint @ NKL).
Posted by: Matt
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September 22, 2008 9:10 PM
I just want to point out whilst I did partake I never felt stoned.
I did inhale though.
Because that's the point.
Posted by: Adrian
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September 22, 2008 10:19 PM
Feeling stoned and being stoned are two different things. You inhaled, it was incredibly good "shit", ergo you were stoned. You seemed to be anyway.
I'm purely basing this on the entire (large) tube of Salt & Vinegar Pringles you ate on Saturday night, by yourself, immediately after getting back from dinner.
Posted by: Matt
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September 23, 2008 1:15 AM
Meh ... I can do that sober. I'm an eater.
Posted by: Adrian
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September 23, 2008 9:24 AM
Sounds like the munchies to me. Though not as bad as a boy I went to college with who shall go un named who ate a whole sliced pan of Tesco Value White Bread, dry, as in with no topping, while sitting on the floor of my kitchen in Templeogue, while I laughed at him and then got annoyed because that was my weeks toast supply he had just wolfed down. Seriously 18 slices of dry bread, yock!
Posted by: Babs | September 23, 2008 10:06 PM