Volume 1 Issue 5b
Part two of a three part set. It was really long so I broke it down for you.
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Sin Sin Everywhere and Not a Drop For Me
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Church lady says, "Could it be... Satin." Made an easy landing in Amsterdam with a few hour layover. Amsterdam - (Am-ster-damn) a place
where there's a casino in the airport, prostitution is legal, pot is sold in coffee shops, and hard drugs are legal. It's every deviant's dream
place to be; too bad I'm not a deviant. I was a little tired when I got off the plane; I think little after 8.5 hours of sitting was an
understatement. I decided to walk around and see what there was to see. Soon I ditched my backpack in a locker for a great deal only 4 Euro for
the 4 hours it was there, about $1 an hour better deal than parking on campus. As I walked around I stopped by one of the food courts. I was
crushed to learn that Hollywood is full of liars, cheats, and you can't believe everything in the movies. Pulp Fiction led us to believe that since
the lack of the Imperial measurement system here that a Quarter Pounder is called a Royal and Quarter Pounder with cheese is a Royal with cheese.
Well I am here to set the record straight. A Quarter Pounder is still a Quarter Pounder and Big Macs are still Big Macs. Stupid lying movies.
How are these people supposed to know what a 1/4 pound of anything is, just goes to show how much everyone wants to be US. They did have something
else that looked like meatloaf on a bun, but I had had enough terrible food for one day. There was also a Sabbaro and some cafeteria place. I don't
want to sound too Liberal, but I was beginning to thank God for those tree-hugging hippies back in the States (it's just the States out here and not
the US). Apparently you can smoke in the airport. Which usually doesn't bother me, but the smoking sections aren't exactly away from the flow of
traffic. In fact they are on either side of the walkways so that the sweet sickening
smell of smoke fill just about every place around.
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So Quiet You Could Hear A Pin Drop
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I was going to take a bus tour of Amsterdam, but it didn't leave me enough time to meet my mentor Richard. Then I was going to play Playstation 2
in the children’s area, but they meant children in age and not mental status or your inner child. They did have a little cyber cafe that I stopped
at to check my email at. Sent an email to what I thought would be all of you, but I'm still figuring out this web based email so some of you didn't
get it. Never thought I’d say this but I miss dear old Devil Gate's Microsoft Outlook. It actually is a pretty good program considering the source.
Chatted with a few college students who don't know what a decent bedtime is. Aw the good old days. And got cut off because my time ran out, sorry
Jameen. After walking around and seeing the sights (of the airport) I was exhausted and decided to take a nap. You wouldn’t think it's that
difficult to find a nice quiet place to doze in such a big airport but it is. I though about sleeping in the seats by where Richard's plane would
land, but then I realized the toxic fumes of smoke would probably kill me in my weakened state. So I went to check out the lounges that they
advertised as good places to sleep. It was quiet and no smoke, but the chairs were a joke and not a funny Cade joke. They looked padded enough,
but where shaped much like the airplane seat I just got off of and couldn't sleep on those either. I was beginning to wish I was in the red light
district. No not to get some nookie, but I would have paid to borrow one of the Madams beds for a little while. I figured it was early enough in
the day that she would have clean sheets and I wouldn't have to worry about the dirty deeds of the night before. I finally found a guy with the
right idea. The seating are like benches in all one piece with individual chairs formed in. The only problem is the arm rests are also built in
and non-retractable. Since I'm a little taller than they were wide I couldn't lay across them (Holly, Grady, Peter, or Dalton) would have had no
problem.
