We left on Friday morning and came back early Sunday morning (TOO early). So we get there on Friday and Annie takes us to a Pancake place for lunch. Very yummy - it was like a thin pancake with any topping you could imagine. I had one with Motzerella, pesto, tomato, and basil. After that we biked by the Anne Frank house (yes, I did say biked) and decided the line was way too long and it was way too cold outside to stand in it. So what are three girls to do?? Go shopping of course! I ended up getting a nice pair of tall brown leather boots and Stef and Annie got some cool sweaters. After shopping we stopped by the grocery store and got some goodies to cook up for dinner. After dinner it was off to the Miss Pole Dancing Finals Competition 2005. The first ever, so we were witness to history in the making.
These girls were amazing (well, most of them). If I can figure out how to post video on this thing I will show you the American doing some crazy stunts. And sorry boys, this was a clothed event. After the competition we stayed at the club and got our dance on with the Amsterdam kids.
All that dancing worked up an appetite and we decided that a trip to Burger King was in order. But not before Annie accosted a bum lady and her dog outside the club.
A cab ride home and we crashed for the night.
The next day Annie, Stef and I went to a cafe called Goodies for a late lunch. The Dutch run life at a slower pace, so it took us a while to get waited on. That and the fact that we were American I think - but it was all good. Stef got a bit impatient, but she got her Coca-Cola Lite and was happy. Happy that is until she tasted her goat cheese. She had to order another sandwich :( After the cafe we walked around a bit then went to a bakery and got some goodies. It was starting to get dark now so we thought it would be a good time to check out the Red Light District.
Not as skanky as you would think. The girls were actually dressed (in underwear, but hey) in their windows with the red neon highlighting their bodies. Some were standing and dancing, some were sitting. Some would even bang on the windows to get the attention of passing guys. It was fun to stand there and watch a group of young Brits egg each other on to see who would go in with the girl. A little immature, but entertaining none the less. After that sight we decided it was time for some beers. We found a nice warm bar and just chatted it up for a bit.
After that we figured there wasn't much else to do in the RLD but go to a live sex show, of course. So we got our tickets and a drink and went inside. The "theater" was surprisingly small with pew-like seating. We tried the front row at first, but freaked and moved back to the 3rd. The first couple was nothing too great, but the stripper in the second act had a little surprise for us at the end! We got to talking to a group of guys around us (yes, in the sex show still) who had driven there from London, but who were all from New Zealand. There are actually 2 audience participation sections in these shows, and with Annie's coaxing we got 2 of our new found friends to go up on stage. Lets just say the show ended with a person dressed in a gorilla suit with a black strap-on up on stage... pointed at Annie, reached down and squeezed ... and shot some substance of water mixed with something all over Annie's face! She dove into my lap as we were all laughing hysterically. Ahh, good times good times.
After the show we went to a coffee shop and got some more drinks and hung out with our new friends for a bit.
After a while us girls decided it was time to bike home. But not before stopping for a nice rolled pizza for a late night snack. Stef and I had to get up at 5am in order to catch the transportation back to the airport for our flight back to London. Lots of traveling - and those darned British Passport Control dudes. Do I look like I would cause any problems?? Just make sure you have your school letter if you want to come here. Trust me. Unless of course you are Anne or Stef, then you'll have no problems. Go figure.
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