In other news....

I find myself sitting in my hotel in Amsterdam .. trying to write a paper due NEXT Wednesday.. trying to get a jump on things, as it were .. yet.. I find myself wanting to write about what has occurred so far...
Day 1 - Today was a travel day and a day to catch up on the aforementioned assignments that will come due during my holocaust trip. I figured relaxing in my room and writing 750 words on terrorism would be a super fun Thursday in Holland...
The most interesting thing happened on the plane ride ..And as it happens it is kinda sorta about the paper I am writing. SO, this couple (a Russian mother and son) were sitting in front of me on the plane.. They were rude to pretty much everyone and I immediately named them the Douche's... As soon as the flight attendant shut the cabin door, they were slamming some sort of orange liquor.. It smelled of gasoline.. About 3 hours into the flight they were WASTED. The son was trying to get more booze and was offering the flight attendants cash.. The son tried to light the cash on fire and ran through out the cabin.... The captain of the flight was NOT happy... He came to the son's seat and demanded that they both remain in their seats for the remainder of the flight or they would be in a world of hurt. They argued LOUDLY.... and insisted they should receive an apology for their poor treatment.... Fast forward to the landing.. the son was passed out and the mother was still looking shit faced.. Needless to say they were met at the door of the plane by SEVERAL badass looking, gun toting Policia.. They were escorted to an interrogation. So, Lesson #1 for Douche bags.... God don't like ugly.

view from my room