Saturday Night

I was really tired, but I went out with my brother, who came to visit me here in Amsterdam. We had burgers at the Marriot – I would’ve taken him to the Hard Rock Café, if only for the nachos they have there, but they had a 45 minute waiting list. Fuck that noise. – and afterwards we hung around the Leidseplein, checking out the street performers. Naked Trapese Guy was there, doing his trapese act in nothing more than a thong. My brother was equally impressed and disgusted. The guy really does some amazing things, too bad he’s really old, not very good looking and…naked!

We went to Boom Chicago’s new show “Bite the Bullet,” which showed some risqué improve jokes about the dangerous world we live in today. My favourite was the song the Intellectual was singing to the bickering Palestinian and Jew at the busstop, entitled “If You Believe in Jehova or Allah You’re a Fucking Retard.” Improv comedy relies a lot on audience participation…well, at least it does with them, and sadly the audience was a little shy (and the meek shall inherit the earth!), which was a shame.

Afterwards we marvelled at the art of Ball Guy, before walking home. There we watched Ocean’s Eleven. I was so damned tired when I finally crashed.

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