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Folks, now is the time to email me if you want me to send you a postcard from The Netherlands, most likely from Amsterdam. Email me to my real email address (available on my homepage if you don't know it) and send me your real postal mailing address and I will send you a postcard from my amazing trip abroad that I haven't had yet. (Yes,

moderndayviking, you've asked for a shot glass. You'll be getting one, but that means you can't also have a postcard.) Even people who can reasonably expect that I already know their addresses should email me so that I can make a big file and print it out and stuff.

We're staying at something called Durty Nelly's for the first five days. I'm not sure that's a good idea. Apparently the posted rules include No walking around naked. Riiiight. What sort of place has to post that as a rule? The internet reviews vary from "Great place to be drunk, stoned, and hit upon" to "Loud, filthy, and unrestful" -- it's rather distressing to me that these reviews converge on something that looks rather a lot like Delta Tau Chi to my jaded eyes. *sigh* I probably am too old for that... and I pointed out to Trys that I wasn't going to be the one whinging about the filth level. She responded with, "I've run barefoot through warm cow shit." So it's going to be like that, then, eh? All I can say is that if we both feel the place is a filthy dump, it's absolutely unfit for pigs.

It says they provide linens and towels (a lot of hostels don't) but I'm suddenly more than a little concerned about that. Hrm.

I get one "backpack sized" locker to store my stuff in. I'm bringing my own damn lock because I think that's probably a good idea. Just, y'know, in case they don't provide me with a lock.

The rooms are all co-ed. Er. Yay? Look, you sorry git, if you want to ogle my nearly-forty arse, it's your sanity at risk. Go for it. If you make me an amusing enough offer, I might blog you.

Big selling point -- they let you smoke dope in the rooms?!? I can tell, suddenly and with a sense of great foreboding (It bodes! It bodes! It bodes! It bodes!) that this is not going to be conducive to me actually getting any fucking sleep. Right.

I don't know if it's got electric plugs where I can plug in my digital camera battery charger. I'm getting an adapter and hoping for the best on that front. Surely there will be somewhere that has a fucking outlet.

Trys has expressed enthusiasm about the whole walking-places thing. YAY! (It's cheaper, is why. It's also healthy exercise.) And she thinks buying real food at a grocery store instead of having to eat out three times a day would be a useful and entertaining cost savings. Huzzah! She likes the Sharpie method of encouraging responsible drinking. I reviewed the importance of not-American clothing for eating out and going clubbing. She allowed as how she'd try to enlighten the boys and go shopping with me over the weekend. She would also like to go to Belgium. I'd rather visit The Hague, which has an M. C. Escher museum. We'll see what kind of funds we have available for day tripping once we've done enough red light district to make the boys happy.