Repairing a flat bike tyre, the perfect hangover remedy; and a lesson life. Part 1

Friday night was a pretty big night. I met up with English Rupert(*1) in the far east of Amsterdam at a house warming party for an aquantaince of his. I got an invite by proxy, since I was'nt a friend of the guy whose party it was, or his girlfriend for that matter, but Rupert had arranged it beforehand so apparently it was cool for me to turn up. After all the fucking around and trying to get it together, I was only 2 hours late, which is pretty good by my standards. I tried to get a tuk tuk earlier in the evening, but because they only have 8 of them for the entire area around the Amsterdam A10 ring highway, they told me I would have to wait for an hour and a half; not surprisingly I told them to go screw themselves. It took all told a 10 minute walk, 30 minute tram ride, and 15 minute taxi to get to the party, which seemed like a fair deal considering the quality of women that were there.

Rupert was dressed in his usual slick English style; expensive denims, Sombre collared shirt, and a devastating sexy brown leather jacket that attracts women like bees to sticky flowers. I've never worked out why women fall for Rupert so heavily, it's not like he's a Greek Adonis, but he does have a very brown tan from his time spent in a local solariam, and highly refined sense of dutch language. When I met him at the party he was already fucked, yet I still managed to catch him at a fairly compus mentis state, comparted to what was to come. We'd done a trade in the bathroom area for a gram of good gear for 50 euros, which was my usual party mix for a friday night, and the start of my night to come.

Part 2 tomorrow(*2) 

Padwanna 

*1 Rupert isn't his real name, it's actually Reginald, but I'm not using his real name to protect his identity. 

*2 In an effort to write a new post every 3 days, some posts will broken up into multiple peices to make it easier to read, and also to make it easier to write, especially when it's 1.30am on a Monday morning and I have to be up and at work by 9am the same day.

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