So we were out having a couple of pints for my birthday on Tuesday at the Half Moon and Erik and I suddenly proclaim we're headed to Amsterdam! This was the greatest idea ever, at the time. Upon arrival to the hotel we decided a nice dinner and celbratory cigar would be a better idea. But, not to wuss out of a proclamation made whilst out socializing, we decided to go on Friday and see the land of red lights and cafes that don't even serve coffee. After a quick tour of the oh so scandalous red light district, replete with window ladies, sex shows, and tons of creepy dudes, we adjourned to a concierge-recommended bar called Casablanca. It turned out to be a cozy place where the locals go to sing really terrible Dutch karaoke.
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