Except for the Lexington debacle, which we will not speak of, this was quite the exciting long weekend. Thursday evening, a large crew went down to the Schreveningen bowling alley, where you could setup the scorecard in one of eight different languages, including both "USA" and "English." I have no idea what the difference was, as my F.E.B. buddy insisted we play in proper English. I can only assume that English has a lot of superfluous U's. There, I bowl both the highest score and the lowest score of the evening, right in succession. The second game was full of joy and confidence as I rolled four straight strikes, then followed that game up with an expletive filled game of 7 consecutive gutter balls and a score I am more than embarrassed to mention.
From there, we were off to the Holland Casino to drown our sorrows in Poker and copious amounts of booze. After the poker tournament, we went and got shitty, where I had a 45 minute argument with an Englishman about the Second Amendment to the US Constitution. Quite a surprise on a drunken Thursday evening.
As Saturday rolled around, it was mostly a lazy day, but partially spent at the beach, as it was a glorious sunny day, but I returned in time to watch some college football. During the second quarter of the aforementioned Lexington debacle, I hear a loud pop followed by what sounded like ice hitting the ground coming from the kitchen. As the Dutch room mate and I rush into the kitchen to see what is going on, we see our other roommate, and the rest of the kitchen covered in tiny bits of safety glass. Turns out one of the sliding glass panels on a cabinet exploded some how. Cleaning that up eventually reached rigmarole status, but it was done.
Sunday, I decided to walk up to the beach and eat lunch to drown my sorrows and enjoy another, and perhaps the final sunny day of the year. While walking down the boulevard, I came across a big crowd and a street juggler. He did his little act in English, as he was a dirty Belgian, which was nice. At one point, he asked if everyone was ready for some egg trick, and there was dead silence for probably ten seconds. As it was painful to see him dying like that, I let out a bit of a cheer, which he appreciated, but would later come back to haunt me. Towards the end of the show, he was going to juggle fire and he singled me out to help him. Which was lame at first, until I realized that I got to throw flaming sticks at someone. So I lit them and threw them at the Belgian who commenced juggling them. All in all, it was a good day.
Normally I would finish with a series of photos, but I haven't taken many of late, but I assure you there will be plenty when I get back from Rome.
More to come,
Matt
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