Monday, Dec. 19th. Day 113

What a day, what a night. I want to remember Amsterdam as last night (meaning Monday night).
Woke up at about 11, worked on my violin piece (for some reason I still think I am going to finish it before I leave, despite the fact that I have not even started writing the climax and ending), did a little bit more cleaning and packing, and then went to school. It was the day of our final performance for our live electronics ensemble. I think the performance went really well, and it was quite possibly the most fun I have had performing live in a long, long time. Total freedom, total expression, no wrong notes. I have no idea if it was any fun or pleasurable to listen to, but it sure was fun to perform. The KMT boys did a little set as well, and that was really nice. They can do some cool stuff with electronics, that much is certain. Jos talked to me personally about coming back to do the masters' in electronic music. It is a little early to tell, but that seams like it might be a good option, however the program will be a total joke. It wont even fully exist until next year, for the first time, and who knows how serious it will be. But it will get me back to Amsterdam, so it might be worth it.
Anyway, after the performance I came back to my room to grab some dinner before heading out! During that time here dad called me and I called mom. Dad called to ask me if I wanted a Winchester '94 for Christmas, but it was too late, HE ALREADY GOT IT FOR ME! So much win. 1970 though, so it is a total mystery what we have, but he said it looks like it is in good condition, has had less than a box of shells through it. That could mean the guy got 5 shells in and decided it was a piece of junk, haha. We'll see, can't turn down a free gun though haha!
Alright, so at about 930 we head out to Skek, a cool little bar in the center. There were actually a lot of people there, Alexas really knows how to rally the troops for a good time. So we closed this bar, and had to go to another one. I really wish I could remember the name of the second one, it was a pretty tight place. I had been there once before with Kristin's friend when we crashed a birthday party, buurbrouw! Thats what its called (but probably not how its spelled). Anywhere, there was a live dj, some real creepers, and smoking allowed indoors. A total mess, but so Amsterdam. This is a locals-only hang, and you could tell.
After that, a friend and I went to get our last patats. Unfortunately Manakin Pis was closed, so we went to the one next to that on Damrak. We planned on going to Anne Frank the next morning, but that didnt happen (staying out till 3am doesn’t lead to waking up at 8am, go figure). So...yea I hate goodbyes!