Spent last night living almost every hostel nightmare. I got in around 3 AM to find that all the beds were taken because the hostel overbooked my room, got in an arguement with a swishy American guy and his overbearing girlfriend, woken up by a drunk Scotsman who was leching all over the girls and looked like he was ready to puke all over the room, was woken up numerous times by revellers, the bells in a local church, and a dipshit Italian girl who was rolling on MDMA yapping at every passerby.

My friend George arrives today and if he got a nice place, maybe I can crash with him. Jess got lucky and was able to stay with a friend of hers in town.

Jess and I also agreed to be just friends, which is for the best. She's a Scorpio and needs more action than I can give her. Old farts like myself gotta take things easy.

On the good side, I went to a VERY posh Dutch night club last night. I was dressed in typical American tourist style of pants and a t-shirt, but I got in anyway because we arrived early. Drinks weren't too expensive. The place was so euro-trash in every sense of the word: red-velvet seats, dark red lights, balls-hot bartenders and waitresses wearing 300 hundred euro DKNY mini-skirts, heavily eye-shadowed East European girls and slick looking men.

I was outlcassed in every event, being too tired and too underdressed to put on a good show. Tonight is another all-night dance party from 11 PM - 8 AM. Let's see how this little affair goes.