Waffles, Weed, and HalloWeen

First of all, how fabulous is this blog Title?? So good in fact that it will most likely be my Facebook Album Title.
Second of all, I have a lot of catching up to do so get comfy.

Brussels!! Aka waffles/mussels/frites. Brief summary: I knew nothing about this town/country before arriving, but G and I picked up a tourist guide and pretty much went crazy. We walked through the whole city in one day - big beautiful cathedrals and massive palaces for Belgian royalty (p.s. who are they??) and a cute park that made me miss Central. We had lovely dinners both nights (oh I eat meat now..) and waffles for breakfast (yum!!). One of G's friends was in town too so we met up with her friends the first night for beers @ some bar that has over 200 taps - I did not care about this at all but everyone else seemed impressed. The second night, G agreed to go clubbing AND even try and find a gay bar (apparently Brussels has a nice gay scene) so we went out to start at the same bar from the night before, met some hot french guy who didn't speak a word of English, proceeded to both make-out with him (and take pictures) then decide to take him along (we tried to explain we were going to a gay bar but he no capisce). We walked for awhile (I'm pretty drunk btw because I'm drinking Vodka out of a water bottle - we bought a bottle of Vodka at the duty-free on our first flight to save money on my alcohol consumption, clever no?) and then G gets weirdly tired and pissy (french boy did not help) so we decided to leave. I was rather upset because I had stayed out all night at the bar but never got my dancing/girl-kissing fill, but also rather drunk so there wasn't much to do. Next day we went to mini-Europe (so cute) and then boarded a train to the next destination ----

AmsterDAMN! Aka space cakes/white widow/chinese boat tour Not so brief summary: When we get there we meet another one of G's friends (some guy she met @ Oktoberfest), take our stuff to hostel, and head straight to a coffeeshop. I'm pretty pushy about this whole thing because I'm already pissy about missing out on clubnight so I basically am calling the shots aka "I need a space cake, now." We go to this little underground place and pick our shit off a fucking menu! I get one space cake (it's actually a muffin..) and the guy gets a white widow joint (4euro - and it's huge!!). It was the weirdest experience getting high in public - you feel way self conscious because you're paranoid but then if you look around you realize EVERYONE is fucked up. I'm blazed (and freaking out a little on the inside because you know as soon as I'm high I want chips and salsa, Disney, and a bed) but we head to this club across the street. Soooo have you ever been high @ a club?? It's would be really fun if I weren't so damn paranoid!! I would start to dance but then think "where's my purse?" (while it's on my shoulder) but the club is playing Backstreet Boys and Grease Lightning so I'm enjoying myself. I forget if we went somewhere else after that, or just went straight to food (I think it's the latter) but we found this place with a free salad bar with every pizza and I swear it was the best meal I've ever had (p.s. food in Amsterdam is aaahhhmazing - but I suppose this would make sense considering it's prob their number 3 tourism attraction (munchies galore!), after weeeed and the red light district<--we'll return to this later ..) End of night. Check.
Okay - next day we get up and play tourists for awhile. Do the bus thing, visit a diamond factory, take a few pics etc etc. I'm jonesing for another space cake/muffin because I didn't really get to feel it since I was simultaneously smoking the white widow (which is sooo strong btw). So G allows me to get a spacer (I could tell she really didn't want me to since she kept saying "as long as you still want to do things.." I was thinking "fuck that, I'm in amsterdam this is exactly what I want to be doing!!" - but she's not that big on weed since she's had a few bad experiences. Boo.) and I pretty much inhale it, then we get on our boat tour. At first we're the only ones on the boat but then a HUGE group of chinese tourists file on, snapping pictures, and having a grand time - now you know I love those asians (they're the new americans) but this was a rowdy crew and they definitely thought that the whole tour and tour guide should be catered to their needs - at one point the loudest man of the group yelled at the tour guide to go faster because they were done looking at this particular sight (see..new americans..)!! The whole time I'm feeling fine - just sketching in my sketch book - when all of a sudden I realize I'm thinking about a million things (step 1. in Danielle's high process). I sit up, close my book, look @ G and start smiling like a loon. Then shit starts spilling out of my mouth about Freud, and my intense fear of boats ("Damn, if I had been on the titanic I would've freaked!" - this is one of the quotes I found written in my sketchbook the next morning) and flipping out about these houses on the canal that are slanted because of the city's weird construction. Basically, I'm blubbering and G was cracking up to the point that I think she was infected with my high - I kept saying "Gina, you haven't smoked anything" and she's like "I know, but I think they put something in my hot chocolate!!" Lol THEN - out of nowhere - this asian lady pops up next to me. Keep in mind, this is a two person seat and there are plenty of open seats so I have no idea why this woman is suddenly up on my jock! (It kind of reminded me of that time that you and Katie (I think, or maybe Anna??) were in the subway and a lady popped her head in between your arms - haha that story still makes me laugh) I'm kind of wondering if I'm imagining her so I keep going "Gina..Gina..can you see her??" but she was listening to the tour and ignoring me. Then, the loud annoying guy comes over and starts taking pictures of me and G with this lady. THEN they switch and he poses with us - it was the weirdest thing, they didn't even ask (or motion) if it was okay. But I guess this is how people in other countries felt when stupid tourists want to take pictures just because they look differently (..new americans..) and we think they thought we were swedish girls and were fascinated by our hair. Afterwards, they just walked away - G and I just looked at each other like "uhh, I was unaware we were a part of the tour.."
Okay so THEN (lol a lot happened in Amsterdam so just hold in there) we got changed/showered (I'm still high in the clouds) we had dinner (Mexican food - yesss) and went back to the coffeeshop and bought a milder joint and sat in the bar for about two hours. For about one hour we sat with the joint between us because G was afraid to get high and I was afraid to get even more high (seriously that brownie made me high for about 8 hours..) until finally we realized we looked crazy and smoked about 1/3 of the joint. Then we bought a whole bunch of munchies and giggled all the way to the hostel. First it was fun, then we were walking through the park and some guy in the bushes had his pants down and was waving his thing at us - we were so freaked out that we just walked past in absolute silence. That was so sketch and we felt legit dirty for about an hour - kinda still creeps me out when I think about it. When we were walking in (stumbling like loons) we ran into four girls who live with us who actually turned out to be staying in our SAME ROOM - and these girls are the ones that came to Amsterdam with Adi and Sr. Willem (but of course we couldn't hang out with them because G and Adi want to kill one another).
The FINAL night (p.s. during the day G wants to walk around but it's raining so I stayed in the hostel all day sleeping/reading my book while she went out haha) we decide to save weed until the end and start drinking/finishing the Vodka bottle. We club hop for awhile, end up at this big Nokia party that had an outside look like the clubs in NY - G was unsure about going in because it looked exclusive but I said "This will be your life in the city so let's go - walk in like you know your shit." Of course we walk right in - it's way cool venue with a huge DJ booth and cool music. Then we notice everyone is wearing some sort of tag thing and we realize there was a guestlist and we just pulled an 'Absinthe-party' move. Danced danced danced - left with these guys who lived in Amsterdam and we asked them to take us to the RED LIGHT DISTRICT - whoo here's where the good stuff begins. So we get there and it's pretty much just how you picture it except the girls are actually hot. They're standing in cute little doors dancing around and you go up to the door and discuss prices, etc. One of the guys has a mom who works @ a bar in the district and we met up with her (way cool of course) and she took us to a strip club. We've already told the boys about my "mission" and they proclaim that this is the night for my first lap dance :) Okay so the girls parade around in cycles so we sat and judged each one until the cycle repeated (me and these guys picking out my girl...haha) and I decided on this blonde girl who looked like Kendra from Girls Next Door (of course) when she's hot with makeup on and had tattoos all over her butt/back (of course). I sat down at the bar (G and I are the only girls in this place ps..) and she struts over and plops down on my lap (naked..ps..) and this part is a little fuzzy because I'm wasted but according to G she was making me touch her boobs and grind and we were pretty much the show for a couple minutes. THEN when I go to give her the money she puts it in my mouth and takes it with her boobs..THEN she leans down to peck me on the lips and we kind of made out for a second (vaguely sure about what really happened - G says I kissed her and she laughed and was like "Oh you're not very shy, huh?" - I'm embarrassed for being so lame). So if I ever become a legit lesbian, I'm pretty sure that's going to have to be my coming out story..
The rest of the night is another blur involving smoking some pot, me falling face-first on the ground (and the only thought in my head when I fell was "the ground is so comfortable"), G crying because some guy wouldn't leave her alone at the strip club and I wasn't helping her because I was too busy "hanging with the guys" (um I was too busy being a lesbian, sorry) to which I told her "Really Gina - I just fell on the street. Do you really think I can be responsible for you right now?? I just fell FACE-FIRST ON THE FUCKING STREET." <-- this seemed to make her feel better. Then the guy with the mom in Amsterdam bought us a bunch of munchies food and walked us back to our hostel - how freaking nice is that?? Needless to say we passed out soon thereafter. The next day we went to the I AMSTERDAM sign and then flew off to our separate locations - well my flight was a lot later so I actually hung out with the other kids from our school for a little bit. The freshman girls were pretty chill and I'm sure we would all hang out if I stayed for next semester, but because of the Adi/G thing I prob won't every be biffies with any of them. Oh and the boys were tripping on shrooms which looked cool but mostly made me realize that if I ever do them I want to be in a very secure location aka NOT the streets of Amsterdam.

UHHH 1. My fingers hurt 2. My brain hurts 3. It's dinner time
Quindi (therefore), I'm going to have to continue this again laterzzzzz. Barcelona stories will come soon - feel free to counter with some Halloween stories :)
Miss you Miley-boo.