Amsterdam, Koninginnedag
...meaning "Queen's Birthday" -- a big holiday, the whole of the centre of the city is closed off and the place becomes a giant street party. We were in town because the missus had to be at a conference, we'd decided at the last minute that I'd fly out to join her but hadn't realised it was a special weekend and everywhere decent in town would be booked solid.

We were running out of options when we found the last room in a reasonably central place. When we arrived, we were informed it was right at the top, and there was no lift. The room was miniscule, the bed apparently made out of a crate and designed for kids -- I'm 6'3" and it was about a foot short. Sitting on the en-suite loo, you couldn't shut the door because there'd be nowhere to put your legs (fine when you're married maybe, but we'd only been going out a few months at that point, so a little awkward).

The best part? Getting back at some ungodly hour, knackered and ready to crash, to discover that the street directly behind the hotel was where the local radio station had set up its massive stage, and the DJ had decided that it'd be funny to leave Eminem's "My Name Is" on repeat for the rest of the night.

Oh, how we laughed.
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 21:11, 1 reply)

I reckon
you should have just murdered the DJ, and hotel manager, and claimed it was the evil influence of eminem. It would have been true, in a roundabout way.
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