I went to my first punk show last night. A friend told me it was really far away and would be super expensive to take a cab and it was a dangerous neighborhood and advised me not to go alone. I ignored him out of necessity- it was a 6 leva cab ride, took me maybe 2 minutes to find a cab on the way home, it was the student neighborhood, so there were only young people, it was on a busy street and didn't seem even remotely unsafe. So I guess don't believe everything that you hear. The show was really crowded- about 200 kids packed into a venue about the size of the hexagon... maybe a little bigger, but about that shape. It was much fancier though, with sleek black tables and a round bar taking up the back wall. The music was cool- I couldn't understand the lyrics and I really hate ska, which the first band was, but they were energetic and the crowd helped keep my spirits up. Anyway, I wrote a novel about it in my journal and am a bit sick of talking about it... the whole experience makes me feel better about my project, though i never did muster up the courage to find the people i was supposed to find there. They are all easily contacted via myspace, so I shouldn't have too much trouble...
At noon is was sunny and cloudless here. By one it was storming. It is 2:45 now and the sun is peaking out again. Sofia has weird weather.
Off to find food...
2 comments:
whoo punk rock!
your project is already going better than mine...
We had a tornado warning here yesterday (Saturday) and the tiny spent most of the day under your bed, hiding from the sirens...
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