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Last couple of hours in Paris and I’m kinda bummed. Man, the roommate was taking an epic shower this morning. I was sitting around waiting for her to come out so I could wash my face and brush my teeth. I tried to go downstairs to the public restroom, but it was being cleaned. So had to go back to the room and wait, which delayed me going to breakfast. When I finally did get in there she removed her card from the light access device w/o saying anything and left me in the dark. How Rude!
What I learned on this trip: Australians are fuckin awesome, tap water in Europe tastes better than tap water in Cali, and Africans be checkin for me. Now for the train ride across Europe…
Amsterdam is cold as hell! Man, shiiiiiittt! And the #7 tram was like 40 minutes late. I became a pony. I had some bomb ribs and fries with special mayo at Café De Pijp and my life is forever changed. If only I could get that mayo recipe together. Gotta get me some more fries. My little Amsterdam group is cool. I’m on my last leg though. My left knee is killing me. There are lots of black people in Amsterdam. I am surprised. Our hotel room looks kewl. Dark wood makes lotsa things look fancier. The Heineken museum was fun. I need some socks. A noticeable amount of people whose ancestors are from the land of the rising sun are around here. Amsterdam looks like Jersey City outside of the tourist drag. 
Saw a black dude on the corner peeing. His back was turned to traffic, but he was still at a busy intersection. Our hotels are always hood adjacent (except for London). The bartender was jamming MJ in the hotel bar. BAD, IJCSLY, TWYMMF, Blood on the dance floor, Smooth Criminal, YANA, and Earth Song. I am sure he was still in the MJ zone when we left. Gotta get me some more fries.
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