Hello from Amsterdam

Unfortunately I'm with my parents and sisters so I can't run as free as I'd luck but God damn I love this place.
Yesterday after visiting the Anne Frank House I left everyone to go to a place called Extreme agreeing to meet them in an hour and a half at home to go out for dinner. Anyway, this place was awesome – the dealer didn't bother asking for ID and said he didn't care if I put some baccy in my spliff (which is technically not allowed) and I bought me some AK47 and some Cheese (I hate to be clichéd but they're both lovely plants). Sat down to roll an spliff of AK and got chatting with some friendly Lebanese computer programmer, when I was done rolling I sparked up (naturally) and started toking (equally naturally) and I let Mr Lebanese PC guy have some after it transpired that the pre-roll he bought was pretty shit. After about 3 minutes it suddenly hit. Hard. All the music started seeming really intense and I found it almost impossible to concentrate – after I finished my spliff Mr Lebanese PC guy asked me to roll one for him using his weed cause he can't roll himself and my hands were jumping all over the shop the entire time. I left soon after without smoking any more and walked home for about 30 minutes, getting pretty bad cotton mouth and not feeling like I was gonna sober up anytime soon. When I got home the first thing I did was fill up my water bottle and somehow get through a convo with my family before going upstairs to try and sober up for about half an hour. Somehow they didn't seem to suspect anything. After drinking lotsa water I felt a bit better just in time for going out to dinner and had a couple of beers whereas everyone else got pretty drunk on wine. This meant they went straight to bed when we got back so I didn't have to chat with them and could finally go smoke to my heart's content at the nearest Greenhouse location. I got there and bought some Hawaiian Snow (2003 Cannabis Cup winner 😀 ) and some Santa Maria. Sat down and rolled a spliff of Hawaiian using the Coffee Shop's herb mix tobacco substitute 'cause they wouldn't let me use baccy… The spliff didn't taste great – it was ruined by the baccy substitute but oh my God did it hit. It was like the last time, only multiplied by 5. Awesome stuff. I couldn't even bring myself to roll another spliff so I picked myself up and dragged myself home where I only felt sober enough to roll another (Santa Maria this time) about 2 and a half hours later.
Today wasn't so eventful, although we did walk through the Red Light District which was pretty hilarious with all its sex shops and half naked window ladies, but I did finally get around to trying the Cheese about an hour ago when everyone else was getting ready for bed. Wow.