Did you happen to see some idiots dressed up in shreds of the Amsterdam Weekly last week, somewhere near the Spuiplein? That would have been me. Myself and a few others, including some friends who distribute for the Weekly, were hired for a media stunt to dress up in painter's costumes that had been covered with floating, flimsy pieces of the newspaper and to pass out current editions to passerbys for about an hour of the Saturday afternoon. An hour of shame and hilarity. I even dragged along a friend of mine who had no idea what he was getting himself into. We more than earned our way into the Amsterdam Weekly private birthday bash at the Nieuwe Anita, one of my favorite bars. Unlimited sushi platters were served up alongside the Undercover Glutton's specialty toasties: impressive concoctions of brown nutty bread, sausage, Edam cheese, and mixed nuts. Sounds strange, no? But it was tasty! Also lots of bagels and desserts. Plus, free drinks;) The atmosphere was fun and we met some nice people there. Was it worth the humiliation? But of course. And with my red lipstick on, noone could decline as I hand them a free newspaper with a smile. My other international Amsterdammer friends, conversely, were threatened to be set on fire by some junkies who clearly lived on another planet. Luckily for us, Steve and Todd, Amsterdam weekly editor and owner, were there to protect us.