Home at Last

Well I finally made it back home; the instant I walked out of the parking garage and into the smothering humidity I began getting sick instantly. I spent the rest of the weekend sleeping on the couch. I must say I wasn't excited to leave but I missed everyone here and I guess there's no place like home. That still doesn't mean becoming a prostitute and moving to a nice little window in the Red Light District is out of the question.

He, he, he .....prostitute.....I've got a few story about that subject and my trip. That could be breaking the "what happens on vacation, stays on vacation" rule. But hell....I break all the rules so stay tuned for that story. I can't give away all the juicy details at once.

Jared and I had a blast while we were away, it was a nice balance of partying and site seeing. I think we hit most all the main museums in both Amsterdam and Paris. Anne Frank's house was chilling, I was crying by the end.

I took a ton of pictures, mostly architecture, sculptures and paintings from the different museums we went to. There are quite a few pictures from atop the Eiffel Tower and from the Bell Tower in Amsterdam. I'm uploading Jared's pictures too...he snapped several hundred. I plan on posting a few of the good ones on my blog in a few minutes and the others you can find here on my flickr page.

 

Comments

[Brian]

Welcome home! Are you going to help me with the kitchen now?

[Jenn]

If you're lucky, Brian, I'll finish it all up for you on my next visit. :)

[Brian]

So what time on Friday are you arriving? The bathroom is clean and the kitchen is waiting...

[Jenn]

Ha! Ha! Ha!

I'm good with power tools and all....

[Brian]

Well, I do have a new power drill... :)

[Jenn]

Yeah, but the question is - Do you know how to use it?