Drug of Choice

Day: 61

I know everyone swears by Amsterdam for being the party city of Europe, but unfortunately my drug of choice isn’t weed.  I love my drinking and I don’t think I could have settled in a better city for my habit than Brussels, it is easily the beer capital of Europe.  Most of you may probably think of Germany as soon as beer comes to mind, but they are known for quanity (It’s good I won’t lie) not quality, if you want the best beers in Europe you have to head to Belgium.  I have so many choices it’s slightly dangerous, yet so tasty.

I woke up this morning and gathered my camera to go out to take some pictures, it was too bad that it was overcast and gray and I only found a few thing to take any pictures of, like the Mannekan Pis (See Jo’s comment yesterday for a history lesson).  But I did go in the museum and learned all about the history of Brussels, how the city was founded, and saw many of the costumes of the Mannekin Pis (which they always dress up as hundreds of things and have fun with). No pictures unfortunately because the museum wouldn’t allow it. Rain looked like it was on the horizon, so I just grabbed a panini and headed off back towards the hostel.

After reading for a while (this months National Geographic, which I bought in the airport when I left Prague) and watching the hail, I got to talking with Dan and Liam. We decided to head out and have dinner then go back over to Delirium (same bar as last night) for a few more random rounds of beer.  For dinner I had a bowl of mussels and fries (a Brussels specialty), and mentally prepared myself for another night of drinking.  When we arrived at the bar it was less crowded than the night before, most likely because it was Sunday, and our first round only took 15 minutes to get.

The hours of the night moved quickly and before I knew it I was chatting up all sorts of girls and getting them to pose for me.  Some of the young ladies I have pictures of I don’t even really remember talking to.  After about twenty minutes away from our table I take a glance back and what do I see? Liam (21) and Dan (20) hitting on these two “healthier” women (30 and 32) from New York who came complete with the “We’d fuck them up” (actual quote) attitude.  I left the boys to there own vices for a while and found a table of hot Finish girls to talk to for a while.  After a while I realized I was too drunk to carry on any sort of decent conversation, so I set a new goal of trying to save the boys so we could head off and get a kebab and stagger back to the hostel.