Chicken butt.

Fate took us to Amsterdam last weekend. That's Christina and I plus our friends Wattanikha and Dimitar. Our initial plans for the weekend had been cancelled due to illness, so Christina asked Wattanikha and Dimitar if they felt like going anywhere, which they did, so we decided on Amsterdam and Christina booked rooms in a hotel. We left on Saturday morning and it took us about 3 1/2 hours to get there. That's not bad at all, Janelle. After we checked in at the hotel, we started heading into town. The hotel itself is pretty close to the museums quarter, and it wasn't far to walk downtown. On the way there we came by a place that sold, among other things, used records. Hooray. They had some really cool stuff, but I only bought one: Rubber Soul by The Beatles, for just 8 Euros. Anyway, we had lunch and just walked around and shopped here and there. We saw this knife block that is a red plastic figure, about 40cm tall, with the different knives stuck in its head and legs and torso. Unfortunately, it was a little too expensive. I can't find it online, so you will just have to believe me when I say that it was the coolest knife block ever. Oh, you're calling me a liar now? Man, I'm getting sick of your attitude. At night we ate at a Nepalese/Tibetan restaurant, which was really good. I don't think I have ever seen Nepalese or Tibetan food anywhere before.
One of the great things about living in Trier was the proximity to Luxembourg, because unlike movies in Germany, the Benelux countries don't dub their movies. There is some logical problem with that last sentence concerning who is doing the dubbing, but I think it is possible to understand what I'm trying to say, so I will just leave it. We could always see the latest movies in English at the theater in Luxembourg right away. And some of the smaller productions that wouldn't even make it to German cinemas at all. In Bremen, they do show original versions regularly, but usually only on certain days of the week and only the bigger movies, that will draw large enough audiences. Anyway, in Amsterdam, all the movies were originals with subtitles, and we watched Walk the Line. I never read much about Johnny Cash's biography, so it was pretty interesting to see. What am I saying, it was great! Go see it, now, you can read this crap later. Leave! Geez, I can't believe you're still here. Why can't you listen to what I say just once? That's all I'm asking, and I don't think I'm being unreasonable here.
Well, we walked all the way back to our hotel and had a good night's sleep. Like what, 6 hours after having had little sleep the night before as well. I guess 6 hours isn't all that bad really. We checked out right away in the morning, had bagels for breakfast, and went to the Rijksmuseum. We got there at a good time and hardly had to wait in line. When we left people were standing in a long, loooong line outside the entrance. Lucky us. We did some more shopping and eating, and left arond 17:30 I think. Might have been 17:34. Why do you need to know so exactly anyway? Are you trying to reconstruct every step we took in that town? Like some crazy stalker psychofan or something? Get a life! Oh, and in case you were wondering, we did not visit any coffeeshops. We get high on life.