Went for a weekend. Two of us went straight to a weed shop, I bought a nice bud of something called shiva. Instantly forgot where we had left everyone else, like had no idea at all. Trams and bikes flying past disorienting me, all very cliche so far.
Drove round in a taxi till finally it clicked where we had left everyone else . Drank about two pitchers of alcohol to myself to fight the weed buzz, ruined a whole lame improv stand up show by shouting dumb shyt. Got to red light district ran straight up the stairs to some brunette with great thighs, needed a piss when I was in there which took ages to do with an erection, then she threatened to kick me out when I was taking too long to bust and I started asking her where the cocaine was lol. Walked out to standing ovation. Ended up out with just one other dude as the rest weren't into drugs, but he went whoring and I was looking for a party. literally offered drugs every few step in the centre. Dealers everywhere (this was about 15 years ago idk if its the same) Ended up with some ecstasy tabs and other assorted drugs and the next few hours were a blur but ended up with no money and two hours to wait for the train,decided to hide in plain sight just stood in the street, ushering people away who were approaching me thinking I was selling drugs.
Hopped a train finally and found there a was a jacuzzi back where we staying, jumped in for a bit drugged out of my mind and crawled to my small bed at some point for an awful self loathing attempt at sleep
I ended up bringing some of that weed back home but me and a mate hit one spliff in his garden and got freaked out by a gang of dogs who had gathered looking at us through the chain link fence in his garden. It wasn't so much that they were dogs.. but that they were all different, there was a big one who was obviously the leader, a small snidey one or two, a medium sized one who looked smart like he was the donatello of the group , about five or six different breeds who just turned up looking like the new gang in town. Like the warriors in dog form on their way back to coney and we were like the fukkin, orphans or something. Looking at us in complete disdain. Ended up fleeing inside laughing for an hour but freaked out
All in all 10/10 and would like to do again but as I tend to take things to excess once was likely enough.
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You got ya passport? Fellas didn’t shame you?
. Funniest part was I met these Russian dudes. Stereotypical as shyt tall as shyt in track jackets walking around with a bottle of vodka. Needless to say hitting the red light district then going to a club that basically don't close til 8-9am is fire.