Un-professionally escape

We were in a coffee shop.
I ordered vanilla latte with extra milk.
There was three Belgian guys sit in front of me.
We came together anyway.
They ordered local coffee, as long as i can remember.
I met them in the street.
Just kidding, i actually accompany them to hang out down town.
We were share a lot of stories.
It was a Saturday night.
That place was so crowded.
And Indonesian people basically acted annoying.
I brought a friends as well.
But still, awkward moment.
I guess that is why they called it a cultural shock.
I told a jokes.
It was kind of lame.
Lucky me, its work.
The guy in the middle started to told me some story.
It happened in Amsterdam.
When he tried to find some beer.
Funny, he found marijuana brownie instead.
Passed out before even notice it.
I can not even imagine.
Sounds cool to me.
The girl who never go anywhere.
Stuck in the shelter.
But thinking to skip Amsterdam from the list for sure.
He asked me if i ever went to concert before.
Or a party.
I said that would be cool.
And by cool i mean American kind of party.
But that is not going to happen here of course.
Anyway, we are still in the same age.
But i think there is a fine line called culture.
Or being polite, i don't know.
We stay until pass midnight.
The caffeine started to kicked in.
I let him drive.
Best night.
Best decision ever.