June 2, Part 1
The feeling you get the morning that you wake up and remember that this is the day you leave for Amsterdam has to be one of the best feelings. A soft smile and a warm glow spread over me and I rolled over to gently wake the Mr He too woke with a grin, even though he really hates mornings. I could tell it was going to be a good day already.
After I saw him off to work, I smoked a quick bowl and finished my coffee before I jetted out the door for my flight. My heart surged with excitement, and I cranked the music way up in my ears as I locked the door behind me. Rocking out with Mos Dub put me in the perfect Amsterdam summer mood. I took a moment on the tram ride to the airport to be sad for poor DrJ, who had to work today. However, I was quickly cheered by the fact that I had been smart enough to fly up on the morning flight, so that I could have the apartment all set and the fridge stocked by the time he got in that night. (That's a whole six extra hours in the dam for the wife. Clever monkey.)
I'm sure you don't care about anything that happened in between, so I'll just skip ahead. The flight was uneventful and on time. I landed to beautiful warm sun and clear skies and had my apartment keys in hand and bag unloaded within one hour and fifteen minutes of landing, a new record for me and particularly impressive given that our apartment was in Leidseplein. I then pulled out my phone to text Dr D, our best friend, to see where he and his brother were so that I could meet up with them. After I didn't get an answer to my text after a few short minutes, I called as well. No answer on the phone either, grrr. I felt a pang of frustration, but then I remembered that I had set a back-up meeting location at Amnesia at 5:30. Yay, planning.
A huge grin spread over my face. Two hours all to myself! If I played my cards right, I could hit Mellow Yellow, pick out some treats for later, have a quick smoke, grocery shop, and hit Basjoe's by then! (Ambitious Monkey) I raced out the door, debating between groceries or weed first, and decided that it had to be weed, even if the smart call was groceries and I was at Mellow Yellow in a blink. My face almost cracked open I was smiling so hard by the time I walked into the bustling shop.

Mellow Yellow's S-5 Haze, June 2010
I asked the bud tender what was good, and he immediately pulled out the Sleeze. I took one whiff and knew it immediately. "That's the sleezestack from last fall?" I asked him. It smelled unbelievably funky delicious, like stank and yum. He confirmed, and I admired the bud but passed on it as DrJ hadn't cared for it much- found it a bit too sour and tweaky. I had found it to be such a strong stone that you almost started to feel high again, which I liked just fine. I would have gotten it just for myself, but I wanted something more sativa to start.

Mellow Yellow's Chocolope, June 2010
The next thing he showed me was the S-5 haze, which I was instantly ready to buy based on the fact that it was literally the most perfect looking bud I had ever seen and it smelled like utter heaven. Not to mention the high praise it had gotten from folks over here like Island Girl. I picked out a beautiful nug that weighed in at just over 2 grams. I also grabbed a bit of their Chocolope, as it looked good and was on the list of things I was keeping in mind for DrJ's birthday dinner. I picked up the two beautiful bags of bud and a Mango Looza and I turned around just as the seat by the window opened up. I was sure the universe loved me as I sat down to roll my first joint. (to be continued)[/b]