So obviously this picture is spreading like wildfire right now and people are probably all up in arms being like "What the fuck is going on in Amsterdam?" So I thought I'd just address the whole situation before it got any more out of hand.
On Sunday afternoon we got into Amsterdam, did a few laps around town, ate dinner at Pino's Pizza (seriously) and then went to this sports bar at night to watch the Patriots game. There we are, just three bros chillin at a sports bar, when all of a sudden Hana Haver comes blitzing through like Troy Polamaulu and is all like, "You guys are from Boston, right?"
Next thing you know she brings her friends over and we just start hanging out. Watching the game. Having some drinks. And talking about the good old days back in Newton. See that's the thing about Europe. One minute you're not taking Jager shots out of test tubes with Hana Haver in Amsterdam, and the next minute you are.
And after the game ends, you better believe we're all going to a club to dance the night away. Hana suggested a more classy place, but that decision was immediately upended by Kirschner's "gut-feeling" about a random black door on a white wall in this sketchy alley. Sure, we were the only people in the entire place for about 20 minutes, but once the DJ started bumping WIll Smith all bets were off the table.
