amsterdam

"hello, lovers! we offer quality filth and sleaze in a nice environment..." —red light district barker

what more could you want?

so casino didn't go so well last night. we found the lowest level (four down from where i usually can't afford to gamble, and i never even knew it was there), but still couldn't win, even on one euro roulette. we're going to try again tonight with mid-level poker. we felt bad losing our hundred and twenty euro until we talked with our waiter at the steak house tonight; last week he lost three thousand...

the live sex show wasn't much better. maybe it was your man who interrupted fucking that fake-titty woman to yell, "this is my house! no smoking joints in my house!", or maybe it was that woman in the middle of the raised spinning-stage lesbian sex who kept complaining how cold it was, but i just couldn't get into it. location: theater casa rossa. good: woman smoking a cigar with her...bits. bad: woman keeping time with the music with a candle in her...bits, fratitude, infrequent drink service, utter falsity of it all.

i felt the same way last time about the sex museum (tho i at least found paul some nice underwear there). sometimes you don't want to learn about it or watch it. sometimes you just want to have it.

ok; time for my lady to use the interweb.