New Years 2010: Amsterdam

Learning in early October that I was going to be spending New Year’s Eve in Europe got me to thinking: what/where would be the best way to go about doing it. My godfather refers to the night as ‘amateur hour’ and usually, I have to agree; however, this year was different. A few weeks into the school year a buddy of mine mentioned that his brother lived in Amsterdam, working in a comedy show. As December approached, Andrew informed me and another buddy that his brother’s club was throwing an awesome party and we should all be in attendance. Stupid not to. After a day and a half of taking in the sights, we proceeded to the club for the big party. It did not disappoint. With ten minutes to go before the New Year, Andrew’s brother found us and brought us onto the roof of the club. Amsterdam is one of the few place fireworks are legal (shocking, I know) in Europe, a fact made very clear the second you get off your train and they are hurled at your feet. The entire Dutch sky was alit with fireworks for the 45 minutes we spent on top of the roof, a very well done celebration.I woke up in Utrecth, a city 45 minutes outside of Amsterdam. Allegedly the last thing said to my friends as I left the club were, “lets get weird.” A fantastic night for sure and, finally, one that lived up to the hype that accompanies New Years.The next night didn’t disappoint either, as we took in a few Dutch bars away from the tourist central of the city and Andrew’s brother’s comedy show. After the two days of debauchery, I made my way to the German capital.