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Change in the Weather--hah!
Aug. 14th, 2005 01:38 amSaturday.
I thought it was too good to be true this afternoon, when I met the Valencia boys for lunch and it got so warm that we stripped down to t-shirts. There was only one cloudy moment, toward the end of lunch at an outdoor cafe called Greenwoods on Singel, which has a decent soup-and-sandwich kind of fare, and an absolutely delicious apple crumb pie (we ordered seconds) when it started to drizzle and we dashed inside for the last bit of pie and the dregs of the teapot. But it blew over quickly and got sunny again and we foolishly thought that was the end of the precipitation for today.
So, when I set out to meet them again for dinner, I didn't bring the umbrella.
And so I got drenched now on the schlepp home, especially since we wound up maybe half an hour from where I'ms taying.
We dashed into a sickening gay bar on Regulierwardstraat; sickening in a literal sense. The back bar is round and it and the stools spun slowly around the room, leaving me at least a bit woozy (if dry). That's why I abandoned them and came home, through the rain, so early.
Besides, while lately bars and clubs aren't my cup of tea when hale and hearty, with my injured rib and side aching the way they do I have even less apetite for such activities.
Friday, in between everything else, we swung by an amazing comics shop called Lambiek, which also has a gallery featuring original comics art. A better selection of independent English-language graphic novels than most US-based comics stores I've visited! Plus some Dutch comics from BElgium and Holland. Would've liked to explore more, but the others weren't especially interested so I rushed through.
(I'd already browsed a bit at Gojoker, a smaller but also friendlier comics shop on Zeedijk, where I bought a Dutch comics yearbook that is an amazing document; a shame other countries--notably U.S. and Spain--don't do the same.)
Now to take another ibuprofen and hit the hay. Tomorrow: my last day in Amsterdam!
I thought it was too good to be true this afternoon, when I met the Valencia boys for lunch and it got so warm that we stripped down to t-shirts. There was only one cloudy moment, toward the end of lunch at an outdoor cafe called Greenwoods on Singel, which has a decent soup-and-sandwich kind of fare, and an absolutely delicious apple crumb pie (we ordered seconds) when it started to drizzle and we dashed inside for the last bit of pie and the dregs of the teapot. But it blew over quickly and got sunny again and we foolishly thought that was the end of the precipitation for today.
So, when I set out to meet them again for dinner, I didn't bring the umbrella.
And so I got drenched now on the schlepp home, especially since we wound up maybe half an hour from where I'ms taying.
We dashed into a sickening gay bar on Regulierwardstraat; sickening in a literal sense. The back bar is round and it and the stools spun slowly around the room, leaving me at least a bit woozy (if dry). That's why I abandoned them and came home, through the rain, so early.
Besides, while lately bars and clubs aren't my cup of tea when hale and hearty, with my injured rib and side aching the way they do I have even less apetite for such activities.
Friday, in between everything else, we swung by an amazing comics shop called Lambiek, which also has a gallery featuring original comics art. A better selection of independent English-language graphic novels than most US-based comics stores I've visited! Plus some Dutch comics from BElgium and Holland. Would've liked to explore more, but the others weren't especially interested so I rushed through.
(I'd already browsed a bit at Gojoker, a smaller but also friendlier comics shop on Zeedijk, where I bought a Dutch comics yearbook that is an amazing document; a shame other countries--notably U.S. and Spain--don't do the same.)
Now to take another ibuprofen and hit the hay. Tomorrow: my last day in Amsterdam!
