Back From Amsterdam

Yes I am finally back from the Glorious City, of Pot and Hookers. And Never again will I drink Absinthe, I woke up back in my Hotel room(I will never stay in a Hostel because I had some shit stolen the last time I did), with no recollection of the night, the only good thing was My pants were still on. So I know nothing happened(Or at least I think nothing happened). But yeah one week in Amsterdam its pretty fucking nice to loose myself in a foreign city for a week, every so often.