The Dam

My job is so cool. Only for the fact that I come and go as I please.

Because I went to Amsterdam for the weekend and actually showed up for work on monday in spite of getting up at 4am to catch a flight which enabled me to go straight from the airport and arrive at work at 10:30…my boss still said 'I didn’t even expect you to come in today…'

…If I wouldve known he was going to say that, I wouldve spent an extra day in Amsterdam instead of leaving S to fend for herself before heading back to Paris.

Me and S bonded over Red Light districts, shisha pipes, a bit of a joint (which was plenty) drinking flutes of champagne in a pub with the French & some locals, waiting for our food for an hour and a half, buying bulky tulip seeds and rings that don’t fit, being cold and wet and still riding our bikes but seeking refuge in Anne Franks house, cafes, sex museums and our own little 'apartment' instead of a hostel room we thought we were getting.

Im back and exhausted and really missed Nick...it was only 3 1/2 days without him for crying out loud.