At
this point, Space had been designated to wake up early and
set up the stall, giving us a bit of a lie in. Mark had a
longer lie in than normal, as he had managed to contract a
pretty heavy dose of Flu. He didn't leave the hotel for the
rest of the week.
Tuesday was a lot more chilled on the stall. Space and I had
finally worked out a system whereby we could give out the
freebies whilst being able to pause for breath, and by now
the patrons of the Cannabis Cup 2003 were sufficiently stoned
enough to wander around in a haze.
Early in the day, Viper came to our stall sporting a massive
shiner and five chipped teeth. He proceeded to tell me that
prior to our arrival at Amnesia, he had been at the Volcano
vaporiser party. Apparently, he had taken a hit from a Volcano
bag, smiled briefly, and fallen flat on his face, completely
unconscious!
Later, having met the creators of the 'Green Goddess' video,
I went down to catch a screening in the Judges lounge. Unfortunately,
it would seem that we weren't the only ones with electrical
difficulties, and the viewing never happened. I instead tried
to wander around the cup stands for the first time, and take
some photos of some of the companies we deal with here at
EveryoneDoesIT.com.
Not to be outdone in the filed of 'Technical Gremlins' however,
I noticed that our camera had begun to bugger up also, clicking
and juddering and generally not working properly.
I did however; manage to get some great shots of the Cannabis
Cup 2003 glass entries. I've seen a lot of pipes, and a lot
of glasswork besides, but really I don't think I've ever seen
such beautiful pieces of glass.
We were told by some of the other vendors that the general
plan was to go to the Melkweg to see the 'Godfather of Funk',
George Clinton. I've actually never heard of him, but that
sounded pretty cool to me. The following act was apparently
a Pink Floyd tribute.
Space and I left the Cannabis Cup and went to meet some friends
of mine at the Doors coffeeshop. We were sidetracked somewhat
by the concept of food, and found ourselves in a proper English
chippy, complete with cockney. My friends having also been
sidetracked, this time by the Sex Museum on the Damrak; Space
and I proceeded to the Green House coffeeshop, another 'Judges
Only' affair.
Going straight to the bar to buy a round of drinks, I was
told that if I purchased 2 grams of Hawaiian Snow, the Green
House's Cannabis Cup 2003 entry, for the bargain price of
10 Euro, I would also receive a lighter, papers, a little
carry case on a strap for my weed, and tokens for four free
drinks. Heh!
Last year I went to the Cannabis Cup, and heard rumours of
conspiracy regarding the Green House's repeated cup awards.
I have absolutely no idea as to whether these rumours have
substance, but Amsterdam can get pretty blurry in your memory;
it's easy to see how such good value for money can make the
memory of a coffeeshop or weed, stick.
The Hawaiian Snow smelt quite potent and the packaging boasted
a very high THC level, but I didn't find it to have as enjoyable
a smoke, or as pleasurable a high as the NYC Diesel, or in
fact some of the other strains I sampled at the cup.
We didn't make it to the Melkweg, despite the promise of cool
funk riffs and tripped out phonics. Instead, we remained at
the Green House, becoming increasingly incapacitated.
I think they closed up at about 2, but I can't remember too
much at that point. |
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