Amsterdam again

Amsterdam was excellent. We stayed in a nice hotel just off Dam Square and I melted the credit card pretty good. Spent 2 days chilling out and drinking rediculously expensive beer (£6 a pint!). It was a barrel of laughs though.

On Thursday night i persuaded the wife to go to a coffee shop with me before our big night out in the red light district. That was a huuuge mistake. I don't normally smoke hash or anything but had a good experience with the local weed the last time we were here. Anyway, found a reasonably nice coffee shop and purchased a gram of medium strength skunk. I smoked it in one go despite my wife telling me to take it easy. Left the coffee shop after about half an hour and i felt fine, had a nice wee buzz going on. I walked about 5 paces from the door and the world decided to go in different directions from my legs. I was out of my tits, completely. I couldn't walk and was convinced I was going to die. We somehow made it back to the hotel where I lay my tripping, paranoid arse down on the bed and promptly fell asleep. At 6.30pm.

So much for our big night out. I heard about that when I finally came round.

Unfortunately the phone call I was waiting for earlier in the week did not materialise so I'll have to content myself with telling the boss face to face on Tuesday when I'm back at work.

I played a bit of poker yesterday and this morning but nothing really of note. I limped aces from the sb against a super tight bb after it was folded round and he proceeded to outflop me with 45o. Happy days. Another blind v blind hand, flopped 2 pair and betting was capped on the flop and the turn, river paired the board and counterfeited my 2 pair in a pretty big pot. After this hand I felt the old familiar red mist coming down but I managed to maintain my discipline and not tilt. I've not tilted for a long time and I was pretty sure that bad beats didn't effect me any more. Maybe it was having a few days away from the table that did it.

I blame the weed.