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The last week has been kind of hectic. Saturday night I went down to Amsterdam to meet up with some other expats that I'd met online for lunch. I didn't get home until 1:30am.
Why? Well, after lunch we had a couple of pints. After the pints, the group en masse went to a coffeeshop/total dive, where the irish proceeded to get shit-faced, the dutch to get irritated, and the new zealanders to leave at a sensible hour. I learned a few dutch swear words, notably krijg de klere, which is the equivalent of fuck off, and means get cholera. How's that for fun? Apparently it's a trait of Dutch insults that many of them involve diseases. Anyway, everyone turned out to be really cool and I may end up taking belly dancing lessons with some of them.
The next morning I was pretty bad off (most people know that I'm not a very good drinker, social or otherwise), except that I had sensibly drunk a litre of water and taken an advil before I went to bed. On the other hand, I overslept for meeting a friend at the train station and arrived there five minutes late and completely panicked.
Typically, he ended up being an hour late.
So for a few days I had a visitor in Den Haag and it was pretty cool. I took Monday off to show him around Amsterdam, which turned out to be a pretty nice day. We wandered around looking at charming canals and half-naked prostitutes, and then ended up at the Waterlooplein market, peeking through the stalls and generally buying crap. I finally went to the van Gogh museum which was nice, though my feet were in shreds by then, so maybe it wasn't the magically moving experience I'd been expecting. The guy at the counter hit on my friend and snubbed me though, and we got enough amusement out of that for three van Gogh's museums.
The next morning, we woke up early due to my east-facing windows and went for a walk in my neighbourhood. I made the mistake of taking my friend the music nerd to a junk shop whose specialty was vinyl. Two hours later we emerged into the grey morning, achy from bending and flipping, but ultimately happy. I went to work not soon after, unknowingly abandoning my friend to an illness that had turned into uncontrollable shivering by that night. The next morning he missed his train, but took off not soon after, heading back to the comfort of home. Some kind of grumpy sick boy homing instinct, I guess.
Anyway, this weekend, I've got other visitors, which means there's going to be some house-cleaning action going on today.
