Long Live Punk
I went to a punk show last night. I finally got some live music, just as I'd started giving up the idea of it until I got to the UK. Of all people to tell me about it, it was the nice girl who worked the evening shift at the hostel in her nice blouse and sweater. I never would have thought to ask her, but she said that she went through a phase when she was younger. So armed with her directions and a little bit of skeptisism, off I went to try and find this place. She was totally right though. 1000 forints entry (about five bucks) for five bands (although I missed the first, since I only saw four bands). I had so much fun. Hungarians don't know how to mosh properly though. They're all flailing arms and not enough bodies. They had the right energy though. So I spent the night moshing and skanking, danced with this one guy up at the stage, got elbowed in the nose, sweated through all my clothes, and had a fucking blast. I slept in and missed going to the zoo today, but it was totally worth it. Best night I've had yet, hands down.