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Ultimate Party Amsterdam bar crawl in Amsterdam.

Amsterdam Bar Crawl (Day Five, Part Two)

On the fifth day of my week-long Amsterdam vacation, I went to FOAM, bloemenmarkt, and Pancake Bakery… and then at night I went on an Amsterdam bar crawl…

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I remember vodka. Lots and lots of vodka.

It’s 11am and I’m on a train headed to Leiden to see the flowers at Keukenhof. Pretty good considering I just got home to my hostel at 7am…Just in time to see a man leaving the red window across the street and just in time to see the lights on the canals go back off.

Ultimate Party Amsterdam bar crawl in Amsterdam.

Last night I met up with Joe (who I met the other night to take photos of Amsterdam at night) to go to Ultimate Party Amsterdam.


It’s an Amsterdam bar crawl and for 20 euro you get admission to six bars a drink at each and way too much vodka in the first half hour (poured straight down your throat by the really cute Aussie guide). Seriously, after a jager shot with another Aussie girl I probably had about 8 or 9 or 20 shots of vodka. Did I mention that was at the first bar? And just in the first half hour? And that end of that first half hour at that first bar I was pretty much completely wasted.

Ultimate Party Amsterdam bar crawl in Amsterdam.

You know what I learned? It’s pretty easy to go up to a table full of guys and start talking. I also may have learned that Val makes really bad decisions while drunk. But anyways…

So the pub crawl was tons of fun…even if I don’t remember much of it…I think Joe confessed his attraction for me…and then later told me his friend liked me…but…yeah…at that point I was already making out with a Canadian…

Seriously, next time I decide to go to Europe I’m just going to Canada because that’s all I meet.

Anyways…there was a stripper pole at some point…and a bartender that spouted fire…and…more alcohol…

Ultimate Party Amsterdam bar crawl in Amsterdam.

Ultimate Party Amsterdam bar crawl in Amsterdam.

And did I mention this Canadian was tall? Like 6’7″ tall? And that he was 22? And that he kept telling me that I had beautiful eyes? And that we may have left together? I did mention that I got home at 7. And I did mention that Val makes really stupid decisions when drunk. But whatever.

Life experience.

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5 Comments
  • val
    May 22, 2008 at 10:36 am

    Jeff! That’s not nice 🙁

  • Chris
    May 22, 2008 at 11:01 am

    Val gone wild!
    o_O
    Don’t worry, what happens in Europe, stays in Europe. (:

  • val
    May 22, 2008 at 12:05 pm

    yeah…until you blog all about it… 🙂

  • Lindsay
    May 22, 2008 at 2:08 pm

    You don’t have to go to Europe to have that kind of good time… you know where we live.
    I think we should get you really stoned next time you come down, too. You know, in the safety of your friends’ company. So you’re sure you feel it.

  • Sid
    May 22, 2008 at 2:48 pm

    Lindsay, I wonder if I should try that out and break off the vicodin and such after surgery…

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