I just lost my drain of thought

Been pretty crazy here in Amsterdammizzle. I love this little biking city, but it’s pretty easy to get lost. I guess it’s been that way in every city, though. Our last night was full of strange happenings but it was a night to remember. We saw the Red Light District, which is quite a sight to see. It’s really touristy, but I still saw a couple guys go for the services. Awkwarrrd. The funniest thing was coming back to the hostel, though. Basically, this creepy Dutch guy kept staring at my current roommate’s boyfriend, Doug and mumbling something on our tram ride back to the StayOkay Hostel. Doug couldn’t really hear him so he kept asking him, “What?” The guy continued to mumble and then I saw him glance over at my roommate, Leslie. He sort of did some winking and nodding action and Doug still didn’t really understand what he was trying to say, so he gave him a thumbs up. He continued to do this for a while and I saw him staring at Leslie’s reflection or something in the window. After a while, I thought he was slowly reaching for her head, but it turned out he was reaching to press the button to request a stop, which also happened to be ours. We got so scared that we ran off the tram all the way to the door. When we got in, we ran to the elevator, which came quickly, luckily, and hurried to our room. Because there is little air in our room and the window only opens a crack, when the door opens or closes, the window moves a little. When we heard it tonight we started screaming and ran to the door, which opens inwards, so we had some trouble getting out since we were all squished against it. Doug came in to inspect our room and made sure no monsters were in there and all was gravy again. We did manage to piss off some neighbors though..some old woman next door looked so mad, but I don’t know what she’s doing here since this is a hostel and hostels aren’t usually quiet. Anywho, bed time. I’ll be in Germany this time tomorrow!