As part of any good trip to a foreign country, there must be a certain amount of drinking shenanigans, and my last trip to Amsterdam was certainly no exception. To see my other shenanigans, while in Amsterdam, check out this post. Part of my drinking shenanigans took place at P. King Restaurant, which is located at Herengracht 515 Amsterdam, Netherlands.

These particular drinking shenanigans took place after a delicious meal at P. King Restaurant, and some regular drinking took place during the dinner. The plan was that we poured a double shot of Sambuca, then lit it on fire, and covered said shot with another glass. Afterward, we removed the extra glass, but kept it covered to keep the fumes inside. Then we drank the double shot of Sambuca with a straw, and when we gave the go-ahead, the person taking care of the extra glass (with the fumes inside), lifted the glass, for us to inhale the fumes via the same straw. The rush that hits your brain is a mixture of confusion, shenanigans, and a feeling of joy when it all left your system.

A Bottle of Sambuca A Day Keeps the Doctor at Pay

Being the wuss that I am, I was not really interested in taking part in these drinking shenanigans, but peer pressure is certainly a bitch. After seeing my buddy JMK, of Hustler, and adult film star Penny Flame taking part, I pretty much had to man the fuck up. JMK is first up to bat:

JMK Preparing to Enter Manhood by Way of Sambuca

Then miss Penny Flame shows us that two can play at that…

Penny Flame Prepares Herself Mentally for Sambuca Destruction

After she has prepared herself mentally, she goes in for the kill:

Miss Flame Adds Some Hair to Her Chest

Of course, I am not going to have it that I am outdone by anyone, no matter what the competition is, so I go for two rounds of organ-killing Sambuca. Round one:

Sambuca is Most Certainly Destruction in a Bottle

And as I alluded to, if one round of drinking shenanigans was not enough, I go for two. I promise you, my liver and lungs are still not talking to me:

Fool me Once, Shame on You...Twice...I am Retarded

That now concludes my drinking shenanigans from Amsterdam. As you probably know yourself, if there is one place it is acceptable to be a retard, it is Amsterdam. I fit right in.

Recently, I was in Amsterdam, Netherlands for a work convention.  On one of the nights out, the main party was held at this place called Club Marcanti, located at Jan van Galenstraat 6-10, 1051KM Amsterdam, Netherlands.  If you are ever in Amsterdam, I would definitely recommend checking out Club Marcanti.  It is a cool spot, with hot Dutch waitresses, good music, and a big enough dance floor where you making a complete ass out of yourself will go unnoticed.  Unless, of course, you are the drunk retard that is the reason for this blog.

Club Marcanti Lit Up Like a Christmas Tree

At first, I did not make much of this character.  He was inside, being kind of belligerent, but nothing really that I would classify “off the deep end”.  My buddy Steve did mention this drunk retard to me, saying that he looked like a trouble maker, and to watch out for him.  I kept my distance, but once again, did not really make too much of drunk retard at the time.

The evening is coming to a close, and now we are heading outside to grab a cab back to the hotel.  We are greeted by a couple things – one familiar, one a little worrysome.  We see the drunk retard playing a game of “gonna go to jail” with a motorcycle cop that was called to Club Marcanti by the bouncers.

The next two pictures are of the drunk retard getting pulled to the ground, and then getting detained until another cop (with a car) showed up to take him to jail.  Good job, drunk retard – you made it to my blog!

Drunk Retard Getting Pulled to the Ground

And after getting pulled to the ground, drunk retard gets held down:

Drunk Retarded Detained While Backup Arrives

For other Amsterdam, Netherlands hijinks, check out this post at BehindtheHype.com.

This week I am in Amsterdam, Netherlands for a work convention.  The convention is being held at the Radisson (SAS) at Rusland 17 NL-1012 CK Amsterdam, Netherlands.  Pretty nice hotel, but too bad their breakfast buffet is from 6 a.m. – 10:30 a.m.  Last night, I didn’t even get to bed until 5 a.m. – gimme a break, Dutchies!

Radisson (SAS) - Amsterdam, Netherlands

In any case, at the end of last night’s festivities, a big group of us came back to the hotel.  There is a hotel bar that was still serving everyone drinks past 4 a.m.  I was drinking with a few people, and then my buddy Svenn (who is from Amsterdam) started asking me some questions about this chick I was flirting with.

Svenn: Are you sleeping with this girl?

RMTC: No, man.  She’s really cute, but she’s married.

Svenn: In Netherlands, we have a saying…

All things can be destroyed.

…KABLOOM!…