Nearly a week, and M & D still hadn't seen Amsterdam!
Okay, well, Dan had been a couple of times before, but Matt hadn't. We
had all agreed on what we wanted to see in Amsterdam : the Heinekin Brewery,
the Rijks Museum, and the Van Gogh Museum, for starters. Ah, culture in
Amsterdam! A full day's agenda, so we agreed to get up early. And of course
parking is impossible, so we were going to take the train.
The alarm clock went off, D & M were roused, and Marnix
and I got ready to go. Cups of weiner were made, tickets were bought,
seats were found, and off we went! We were so together that we even got
to Amsterdam well before the Heinekin Brewery was supposed to open. Everyone
hopped on a tram, and we rode through the city to the nearest stop. Since
we hadn't had time for breakfast, we made our way to a small bakery and
bought some bread and orange juice. It was a chilly but sunny so we crossed
the street and sat on a little bench to eat. There were of course the
obligatory pigeons waddling around us, waiting to pick up dropped crumbs.
D had already finished his bread and was apparently getting a bit antsy
when the pigeons caught his eye. What followed next is something that
I would like to call "Dan's Patented Pigeon Polka." Words could
never do this justice, but I'll give it a try. Dan did his best impression
of a pigeon waddle, with his own touch of enthusiasm. I couldn't help
but laugh as he half-bounced, half-waddled after a pigeon calling out
to it: "Pigeon, pigeon, pigeon, pigeon!" I did, however, feel
affronted on behalf of the pigeons, so I told him to stop in my own way:
"Dan!" He kept doing it, and I kept calling his name, and before
we knew it, it had turned into a sort of twisted game that went something
like this: "Pigeon, pigeon, pigeon, pigeon... Daaan!" By the
end of the day, Dan was just saying it to get me to do my little part.
Hmm... I guess you just had to be there.