What can I say about my trip to these two wonderful cities that can’t be said with a little bit of vomit? I mean that in a good way, because I was having such a good time that I had to blow chunks just to convince myself to come back to Paris.

Amsterdam: Left Centraal Station and looked for the nearest coffeeshop. Bought some local goods and made my way to Vondelpark. While awaiting Ryan, I was approached by a strange inebriated but nice enough man. Next night, met up with some TR42 members and proceeded to tear up the city. Purchased cases of beer and went to a nearby park to consume said beers. Urinated multiple times in public, which is quite common. Moved to a nearby bar and had a few rounds. Bought pre-packaged goodies and proceeded to a different park (there’s many of them in Amsterdam). Pretty damn drunk by now, the goodies were lit and passed around. At one point, both were handed to me, and I did not refuse them. In come the sweats and hot flashes, out goes my lunch. After recovery, döner kebab sandwiches were bought and sucked down. Searched for another bar exhaustedly. No luck. Went to Centraal Station and parted ways. Good times.

Köln: Much more relaxed, but still quite fun. Lots of sleep. Lots of beer. More sleep. More beer. Discussed music, film, and current events. Visited local record shops and comic book stores. Washed down tapas with some sangria. Good times.