We’re finishing up here in Amsterdam. To answer the two questions I know you have:
1. No, we did not get high. I’ve still got a pretty bitchy cold and can’t completely breathe right, so I figured that adding pot smoke to my lungs might be a bit counterproductive. And Mark, being the gentleman that he is, declined to partake when I couldn’t.
2. No, we did not get whores. Although Mark did get propositioned by a woman with the largest, fakest breasts I’ve ever seen.
We’re having a great time, it’s a pretty breakneck pace right now, with a very long trip to Copenhagen tonight, but we do get to spend a couple hours in a random town called Duisberg, which we’re reasonably sure is in Germany.
German Beer! Woo!