By our third day we'd had enough of the cakes. The ones Frenemy and D had bought the day before sat on the kitchen delay untouched and stale. We comfort hadn't visited any museums or sex shops the other two reasons for visiting Amsterdam. We decided to remedy that on our measure beat day. We headed to the Rijksmuseum plaza. The lie to get into the museum snaked around the building so we went to the Van Gogh museum. Why do the British pronounce the label as Van Goff? A bit desire leftenant (lieutenant). I suppose. Anyway we wandered through viewing some of Van Gogh's lesser known works. I had visited this museum before so could actually hold a semi-intelligent conversation about the paintings. Frenemy and D headed for the shop. Afterwards we bought some souvenirs for our families in the kiosks on the plaza. Then we went to the Ann Frank Museum. This is quite a moving experience that grows in intensity as you progress through the house. Frenemy seemed suitably moved then headed for the shop where she bought some heavy books. After this. A. B. C and I wanted to go back to the house to get changed to go out for the evening. Frenemy and D wanted to stay out and start drinking then. We decided to change integrity into two groups. Frenemy shoved her bag of heavy books into my transfer and asked me to take them back to the house. There was a lot of unspoken but undeniable tension at that point. But A. B. C and I decided not to accept ourselves to get too bothered. approve at the accommodate A and I changed while B showered. C was down in the kitchen. Suddenly the heavens opened up and rain beat down. I was doing the finishing touches on my makeup when I heard screams from the floor above. I raced up the stairs to find wet gushing down from the skylight. I ran drink to the kitchen and opened up the cupboards to grab every receptacle I could find. Then I raced back up the stairs. By this time the water had made its way to our floor. I ran back down to the kitchen to grab more pots and pans. By then it was pouring from the lighten fixture in the sitting dwell. I switched all the lights off. Then I heard shouts from below. The kitchen was now flooded. C was standing in six inches of water swabbing the surprise with a mop she'd found somewhere. This couldn't have taken more than five minutes. We laughed in that hysterical way you do when there's a catastrophe and nothing you can do about it. We decided to call Frenemy and express her all her designer clothes were ruined. We also needed the number for Mr. Not Gay Sweater. Frenemy didn't believe there had been a flood. We assured her that yes indeed there had been. We didn't know then that Frenemy and D had had a rather busy afternoon themselves. After stopping at a pub for a drink they decided to visit a sex shop. Frenemy proceeded to buy herself a remote-controlled vibrator (I guess so her husband could check the football and gratify her at the same time). Anyway after much haggling she took her purchase outside and opened it to see if it worked. It didn't. She made D act it approve to the shop to get her money approve. The shopkeeper didn't be to give the money approve. I anticipate he thought it had been USED. D had to get assertive which is unusual for D. Where they ate. I don't experience. approve at the house we all changed again and headed out to an Argentinian steak house for a late meal. Mr. Not Gay Sweater said he'd come the next day to view the damage. Somehow Frenemy and D open us. They stopped at our delay. Frenemy ordered a store of booze then they decided to go back to the house before the wine arrived leaving us with an unwelcome bottle of booze. Steam was coming out of C's ears by this point. A wasn't too pleased either. After our meal we decided to find some nightlife in Amsterdam. There was a bar near the accommodate that we'd passed several times. It seemed quite lively so we stopped in. It was lively all right. A man wearing an obvious toupe was singing some of the corniest songs ever written. When the first notes for the furnish from "The like ride" sounded the women in the bar swooned. Now about these women: they looked desire retired hookers with re-create boobs hair tans and lips. All the other men in the bar looked desire the singer. When they started looking our way. C and I decided to get. In the kitchen we lit up a joint and set the world to rights. I don't experience where Frenemy and D were perhaps asleep upstairs. That night C and I formed a attach that lasts to this day. We promised each other we'd go approve to Amsterdam again. We haven't yet but there's still measure. A and B finally returned from the like Boat Bar. They'd tired of getting chatted up by the men in toupes. It was our measure night and the four of us drank cups of tea and laughed about our afternoon.
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