Greetings from Amsterdam

Last night I spotted a large group coming from the Warehouse/Factory area (badly named apartments a long block behind Northgate). Large groups usually don't all want a ride, luckily, and if they all can't go then no one will, but that's not always the case, besides one the of the guys was....glowing. As soon as I get close I am flagged down with strong European accents. It sounded a bit German and a bit Swedish. I was informed by the already inebriated glowing man that they were from Amsterdam and that it was his birthday. He was glowing because he was drenched in glowsticks, flashers, and other phosphorous filled goodies that easily added 10 lbs to his weight. And if a glowing guy wasn't enough he had a buddy dressed in liederhousen. Three of them got on and wanted to go to the V-bar so away we went. The whole way he was shouting to perfect strangers like they were old friends spreading his good news. He kept repeating something about having a cookie; or something equally ridiculous and/or baked. Finally his friend told him to shut up and that no one cared. "But its my birthday". saw that retort coming. There was quite a reception when we arrived at the V-bar. Probably more perfect strangers. What a guy from Amsterdam was doing in College Station on his birthday, I'll never know. At least the tip was good.