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AMSTERDAM ON ANTIBIOTICS - COLLEEN'S TRAVEL BLOG
Now I’m going to talk about a weekend I spent in Amsterdam with one of my old time Justice buddies, Brittany. Warning: the first entry has some nasty medical talk in it. Maybe skip the first few paragraphs if you don’t want to hear about my UTI from hell. Oh yeah, and we smoked a lot of weed. So maybe skip this whole thing if that’s a problem for you. Thursday, September 27, 2018 Amsterdam, Netherlands I woke up very early this morning with a rockin’ UTI. I didn’t sleep well the night last, because I’m pretty sure I had a fever. Thank God I was able to trade my window seat for an aisle seat for the three hour flight to Amsterdam. Once I reached Amsterdam, I said fuck it, I can’t live like this, and went straight to a tourist clinic. They had me pee in a cup. The doctor took one look at my urine and was like, “Yikes.” He prescribed the 5-day antibiotic course, which is for people who are really messed up. Seriously, thank god for modern medicine though because that was NOT going to get better on its own. ANYWAYS. Brittany and I stayed at the Student Hotel in Amsterdam. It was so cute! It was so exciting to see her, since it had been almost exactly one year since the last time we hung out (when my dad and I had dinner with her in Chicago on my drive home from LA). After a quick change, our first stop was to the weed store and café to get our smoke on. Coincidentally, she was also on antibiotics because she developed strep throat in London. So we smoked a joint and just chatted for a while. For some reason, I was SO FUNNY, and I wish we would have written down what I said because it would have been perfect for my standup routine. Actually, it was probably pretty stupid. But anyways. Next we took a walk and ended up eating burgers at Paz Open Fire Cooking. Seriously some of the best burgers I’ve ever had, right up there with Plan Check in LA. Then we walked around in the dark and looked into people’s houses. I guess that sounds creepy, but believe me, these people wanted us to look in their houses. They didn’t even own blinds. So we fantasized about living in…