Unfortunately for my future husband, I did not learn how to cook in Amsterdam. What I did learn is how to enjoy life and party hard. I partied every weekend, all weekend. I’ve been drunk, I’ve experienced horrible hangovers… but I always enjoyed every bit of it. Amsterdam knows how to party and now I know too. I’ll probably won’t be going out much in Belgium but the plan is to move back to damsko in a year or so. Partying will be high on my list by then!
As you can see, it was very hard to fit three months of partying into one single post. That’s why today, you’ll be treated on a post consisting of two parts, woohoo. I dedicate this post to everyone who came by and partied with me, to Rembrandtplein for having such horrible clubs with shots that shouldn’t be called alcohol, to Chicago Social Club which is by far my favourite spot to go clubbing, to Amsterdam for making me the party animal that I am… but especially to Anne, for being my party partner in crime from the beginning. We’ve had our fair share of one-liners, (party) stories and funny pics. I’ll never forget the times we had but I’m sure there’s more to come!
On to part 2, shall we? (more…)