S – E – X – X – Why?
Waking up, we’d every intention of following the travel itinerary (“the memo”) and hitting some museums. But I hadn’t a moment to get a trim before leaving the states and we passed this wonderful barbershop in the leather-district of Amsterdam.
So I bumble in and take my seat for what would turn out to the longest and most frustrating haircut I’ve ever had. Tiny Tina, my barber, will laugh once I tell her that i cheated on her with two fey leathermen from the Netherlands who fought over how much hair they could remove from my mug.
Blah blah blah. Language barriers aside. I walked out 2 hours later, pounds lighter it SEEMED.
Did we go to the Foam photography museum at this point? I have no idea. It was incredibly forgettable.
Met back up with Brodie and Gus for a tour of the Sex Museum. I have better porn than this place, though it was relatively amusing and cheap. They really should serve beer, it’d be much more accessible.
The only thing I remember from the rest of the evening is something about throwing a weiner down a hallway.
2 responses to “Europe: Day 4 – Sex Museum and the haircut from hell”
I really wish to understand why sex, outside marriage is becoming the other of the day and really promoted as a life style?