WC 2014 #10

[worldcitizen1723]

Day 10


Time to take the Laundry to the laundromat
Vacuum and dust up

I am excited
Tonight we are having dinner at De Kas
The other reservation that was made before we left
The entire day's activities are orchestrated around this evenings dinner

We Walk over to paradox with the dog
He's doing so much better
Since he can't engage in his normal daily sexual activity
we need to exhaust him

The chairs have been reprinted at paradox
Same artist. Different esthetics. I liked the old ones better
There was a bit more edginess to them

We walked around the Jordaan
Looping and twisting our way
Back to the houseboat

it's time to do the web posting
Probably should eat a little lunch now
to save our appetites for this evenings long anticipated meal

We eat on the porch
We are the fodder for the tourist boat peoples fantasies
Of life in Amsterdam

Due to the fact that it is highly thought of on ACD the mate wants to check out utopia. Like voyagers, this is a place I would never really think about walking into.

But after sampling some half grams I can report that we are impressed with their product. The champagne haze took my already thc riddled
head to a higher level

I decide I want a massage
Seems like the perfect relaxing activity before our meal
We ride down rozengracht to the Asian massage place just below
Prinsengracht.

They do the 45 minute seated back, neck and foot massage

Mates massage starts immediately
I am left sitting
I begin to wonder did they only think one of us wanted a massage?

After about 10 minutes, watching the mate giggle and wince as he enjoys the physically aggressive pounding.

A tub of water is brought for me to soak my feet. It should be hot. It is tepid.
After a few minutes, I pull my feet out. The water is cold.
Great. My neck is tight, my back is achy and "i" was the one who wanted the massage.

Then everything changes. The lady who comes to work on me is a pit bull. She finds a knot and will not allow it to remain. She pounds, pushes, kneads and punches that tight cord in my neck. It eventually succumbs. But not without great resistance. at one point, I was compelled to question if she will pay attention to any other part of my body - as an inordinate amount of time seems to be spent on that one muscle knot.

The massage was perfect, even if perhaps a bit too brutal. The masseuse keeps mumbling 'strong'. ' Very strong lady' during my massage. After she says, other people scream when she does her Massage, but I am very strong and just relaxed into it.

Everything is Perfectly timed we glide back to our bikes and fly back home
Just enough time
Time to relax shower and take a leisure ride out to dekas
I want to confirm the time of our reservation
But I
Can't seem to find the email confirmation
I ask the mate to call
He speaks with someone
Then is
Is put on hold
They come back on the phone
The can not find the reservation!
More time on hold
Then the women comes back
And says



Sir; Your reservation was for last night!!



Huh?! I blew it! How did I do that?

They are booked and can not accommodate us this evening
I think it's vengeance
Non the less they do give us another reservation for the 18th

The mate is beyond annoyed
(As well he should be)
But he holds it in

My head is spinning. How could I fuck up like this?

I suggest a bike ride in Westerpark to ease the tension

Without saying a word
We pack ourselves up and are on our bikes
And in no time we are in Westerpark

Near the far tip of the park, there is an African restaurant
Rainarai

They have music playing, outdoor tented seating, with carpeted raised platforms to sit upon. It looks really inviting. We stop and decide to have dinner here. The food was good, not great. But considering how the evening had started, it was perfect to have just mindlessly 'run' into a restaurant, without the 'where do you want to go' discussion.

After the meal we get to our bikes and take a couple of pipe hits in the park. Humm is that a sprinkle of rain? Oh dear. I say this and the night sky blackens and it begins to pour. We are wet in seconds. So we decide to ride home thru the park in the rain. After all it is Amsterdam and one needs at least one good soaking by bike.

We ride the wind blows the rain pelts and all of a sudden I flash on this image of the wicked witch of the west from the wizard of oz. My black skirt and coat flapping in the wind with my black hat on my head, her musical theme runs threw my head
Dun- ta -da- da -daa- da, Dun- ta -da- da -daa- da

We are drenched by the time we return
And laughing - If you are going to eat at rainarai
Don't be surprised by rain

Then the mate says, I don't want to hurt your feelings,
But when you were riding in the park
Every time I looked at you, I could only think

Dun- ta -da- da -daa- da, Dun- ta -da- da -daa- da
( the wicked witch's song)

I rolled on the floor laughing
All I could sputter out was
'I know'

[Generous_J]

God you are on a shit run! lol. How much was the massage? I'm knotted like a motherfucker and would deffo enjoy that. What was the name of the place?

[worldcitizen1723]

God you are on a shit run! lol. How much was the massage? I'm knotted like a motherfucker and would deffo enjoy that. What was the name of the place?

the cost $25.00 euro

it's on rozengracht below prinsengracht (going away from westerkerk opposite side of the street) next door to Amigo Aregentijns Steak House. nondescript white front says nails and massage in red letters. it may have a name..but with this description you can not miss it.

[Generous_J]

Thanks. For 25 bucks I may well give it a go!

[bogart]

"Due to the fact that it is highly thought of on ACD the mate wants to check out utopia."

despite the terrible rep it has on channels, I bought the best scuff I've ever tried there. It was in like buttons, and when I packed it in a bowl, dutchies stood around thinking it was heroin.