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So on the cab ride back to the airport in Amsterdam my boss and agent tell me point blank "The ‘new' Jenny is a bore".
Huh?
"New Jenny" as in the one who showed up back at the hotel room at 2 am and woke up before 6 am to catch the long morning flight back home. No security guards with bolt cutters having to break through my door to wake me out of my coma this year. No getting lost trying to find out which of the hotels that began with the letter "R" I was staying in. No playing comatose third wheel to some bizarre undesired gay tryst in our hotel room.
Well, truth be told, I did behave. I cut down on my smoking, drinking and sex by more than 35 percent - not just with this trip but on a daily basis. No more high octane Jenny Woo. This working girl has plenty on her plate.
But Amsterdam being Amsterdam I did manage to get into a little trouble.
Yes, I hooked up with Ice Cube and a few other rappers, inviting them back to my room for a little rapping session. Yes, I overspent beyond my allotted allowance. Yes, my partner in crime, Rebecca, and I managed to get into some trouble. Yes, the hotel staff all recognized me lol
Here are a few photos from my Amsterdam excursion. Is it me, or does our bandage faced waitress from Club 21 appear to have a package in her pants?
