...put a little money into traveling

The night before Alex's first day of work here in Brussels I coaxed him into trimming up the locks on the back of his neck that he holds so dear. I thought that it'd be a good idea to just clean him up a bit so as to look sharp on the first day of the job. He conceded to then let me freshen up his mullet. My sense of confidence in the task was much greater than what it should have been considering that my experience with cutting real people's hair is limited to the occasional summer trims I give to my grandmother Jinny's classic, one layer bob she's been sporting my entire life, at least.

So with that false sense of confidence I grabbed the kitchen sheers and started cutting.

Is it really that big of a surprise that it turned out much the same as my grandmother's?

It shouldn't be.

So when Alex found out our friends had some clippers he did this handsome do

And I, accidentally, did this

A little hasty?

Perhaps.

But I was more careful after the first swipe and did just the tiniest trim

(what I was aiming to do from the beginning) with the rest of my hair.

Besides, at the rate my hair grows, it'll all be the same length again in just 2 short years.

Oh and a quick recap on our Saturday in Amsterdam.

A couple things tipped us off that this might be an interesting day.

The extra potent, spiked hair, diamond studded, pink and purple shirted men on the train and the protestor outside of the station raised our suspicions, but it wasn't until we saw this

and this

that we realized we were in Amsterdam on their Gay Rights Day.

And in all honesty, I was thoroughly impressed with the parade planners and enthusiastic attendees.

It was by far the longest and most highly attended parade I've ever been to (and the Provo Freedom Festival Parade is no small deal).

We did manage to eat lunch at Gratine, the tea room Cassie, Chelsey and I found a few weeks ago.

It's a tiny, husband and wife operated tea room that uses ingredients from their own garden, decorated with their own, hand picked antique collection.

Really, it alone is worth a trip to Amsterdam.

After lunch we forked out the dozen and a half euros to see the totally-worth-it Van Gogh museum and then spent probably too much time at this too-good-to-pass-up photo op.

Oh, and we did make this exceptional spotting.

He's up there. Up high in that small window of the building between the

"We Are" rainbow signs.

Ta Da!

So maybe JK really does know a thing or two about Dumbledore and his personal life.

But she also claims that Harry Potter is just a made up story, so...

I just so happened to be wearing the wrong/right (however you want to look at it) color that day, cause apparently, pink is the new purple.

Hoo-Gay for Amsterdam!

-annie