Amsterdam deux

We got off the train friday afternoon at the beautiful station in Amsterdam and checked into the stately hotel across the street. It was a beautiful mild summer day and we were tired from the full schedule, perhaps a bit hungover, but brighteyed with the excitement of anticipation. Amsterdam was ours for the taking and neither of us had to fly out until Saturday afternoon. We stashed out bags in the room and headed out. It's a beautiful place, colorful, clean, exotic. Canals run throughout the city and there are all of these picturesque little bridges and the architecture is wonderful. We grabbed lunch and a couple of beers. I learned first hand where the term "going Dutch" comes from. Nearly every place we went that week someone would buy us a beer and then we would reciprocate which leads to more beer of course. Excellent concept. I broached the subject with him that I had been thinking about all week....I wanted to go to a Coffeeshop. Those are the establishments, state regulated, where you can purchase and consume "soft" drugs. I wanted to smoke some weed, all legal and out in the open and shit, yep, I wanted to. He was fine with it even though he had never smoked before so off we went. It was like walking into a a 60's hippie pad, overstuffed couches, tapestries on the walls, the smell of reefer and incense. There was a small juice bar, no booze allowed at these places. There was a counter at the back where you placed your order and they had a "menu" which I wanted badly but they wouldn't sell me one. They had shit from all over the world and they brought it out in this tray with dividers and just a few grams of each type in each little cubby.....very cool. I bought a few grams, there was a limit, not like you could take a hefty trash bag in and get it filled. They furnished papers and we took our purchase to one of the couches and I twisted one up, lit up, and we were off to the races. It was a delightful experience copping that warm glow of a buzz with no paranoia, there in that exotic locale...it felt magical. Dude got buzzed, goofy buzzed, you know, the giggly shit and wide eyed stare of wonder. It was time for a couple more beers. I hadda steer him a couple of times so he wouldn't just walk right into the canal. He was oohin' and aahin' all the beautiful girls on the street, not that I wasn't but my head wasn't as far into the clouds as his was. The working girls weren't behind the glass doors yet, hawking their wares so we just walked and entered anyplace that looked interesting. Porn shops, places that had leather masks, hoods, harnesses, stuff you had no idea what the fuck you were supposed to do with. Then a few more beers, darkness fell and it was on.....and when we saw the neon sign advertising "Live Sex Show'....well, we were all about live sex, it's the best kind. We anted up and found a seat close enough to nearly reach out and touch. The dude had stark raving mad munchies by now but they didn't have popcorn so I just lit up another doob and told him we could eat later. Took a deep drag, held it, and said "ere" like you do when you pass it and you have to get someone's attention but you don't want to exhale. Just as the curtain of stonedness fell upon us two gorgeous young women came out onto the stage......oh yeah, this sex was gonna be live man, live. Let the show begin.