Handbags at dusk and home while the birds are singing

I'm aware that this blog hasn't really been living up to it's name recently.
So in the name of Amsterdam Adventures I'm planning on getting out there more often and finding some. I've been busy reminding myself that there's a big city just outside my door that is only partly discovered, so from now on I'm going to do something new at least once a week and will write about it. Promises, promises...

I kicked off last night by visiting the new Amsterdam Tassen Museum Hendrikje on the Herengracht for a launch by handbag designers Hard Roze. This wasn't my idea, as I'm someone who has never really given handbags much thought, but a friend invited me and hey, my Amsterdam-discovery mission has to start somewhere. The museum is housed in a beautifully renovated canal-side location(if you're ever looking for the perfect place to take high tea this has to be it) and we got to see the young designers' range as well as lots of weird and wonderful bags in the permanent collection.

That was the civilised part of the evening. From then on things disintegrated into a blurry bar-hop, and I'm trying not to think about the permanent liver-damage that may have been caused. We ended up drinking bad scotch in some dodgy jazz bar off Leidseplein then (bizarrely) trying to buy an apple at 5am. My bike must have a homing device on it as I managed to find my way back to my apartment, lock up the bike, remove my lights, climb the stairs, unlock the door, lock myself in and sit upright on the sofa. I woke up two hours later (8am) in the same position. I wasn't really looking for this kind of adventure when I set out for the evening, but I reckon I'll remember the experience longer than the handbags...