By Rob Meronek
Sunday night after AmsterDamn Am, the big deal soccer game was on. We all met up at some bar and then got lost in the city afterwards.
We randomly ran into the
bowl dancer from the other night
while walking the streets. He was in the same gear (or lack of) and the same high spirits. Paul Zitzer and DJ Wade got to know him better.
What do you think this sign is supposed to mean? Get your sauce on while biking down this path?
The bar we arrived at had this basement full of people
into the game.
DJ Wade and Clint Peterson, prepared to call his own fouls.
Looks like she got in a paintball war.
Colin and I weren't really into the game, so we got lost wandering through the streets of Amsterdam. It was amazing seeing how the whole city had shut down and was watching any way they could. Here, a boat on the river had stopped to poach some TV time from another parked boat having an outdoor party.
Every single little business had a TV and a small gathering of people outside and around it trying to watch. Even the Chinese Beauty Massage.
This is usually the most packed street in Amsterdam - the shopping district. It was completely empty and everything closed during the game.
I don't think you're really supposed to use these condoms.
The weather was perfect for scenes like this.
A pause to get art faggy.
There's a big orange party in those lit up windows to the left.
Of course, all hotels were booked. Good thing we got ours early. Good night, let's go home. See you next year, Holland.