She is trying her hardest to be a flamingo.
And their playground was huge! I wish I had had access to castles when I was eight.
Seriously-- I went in. It was insane.
But yea... so last Friday I went to that metal show. No big deal. No mosh pit. Kinda strange but whatever. This past Friday I went back to the Melkweg to see Shapeshifter which was like a drum and bass band that used two keyboards, a bassist, a saxophonist, a drummer, and vocalist. It was super fun and then the people I were with thought it'd be fun to start a mosh pit. It was pretty weak, but kinda hilarious. Then the after show (which was free if you just stayed in there and lingered for a bit) was a DJ playing dubstep (which has its own time and place). And everyone was going NUTS. I had never been to an electro show of any sort where there was a mosh pit. And this was like the entire floor almost of people pushing and shoving and actin' a fool. SO much fun-- but SO DANGEROUS.
Granted, I bruise really easily, but STILL. Seriously?? From dubstep?
HAH. And then last night was supposed to be the Mexican dinner at Andrea's house. Ásta had spoken to Andrea and apparently where she lived was right near where Ásta lived back when she was little and living in Rotterdam. So Csilla and I blindly follow our fearless leader on what was my first (and probably longest-ever) Rotterdam metro ride. It takes quite a while to get to the stop. And I am famished from not eating anything that day but half a sandwich... dinner's supposed to start at 7:00 and I was gonna have to leave by 9:00 to make it to the Baroeg Open Air fest to see Korpiklaani. So we're walking around and not seeing where we're supposed to go. Ask a few people where this street is-- some shrug. Others are like, oh it's across the river. Apparently we took the entirely wrong line? We kept getting different answers from different people, though, and Andrea didn't seem to know exactly what station to get off at...???! So we make it back to the station and talk to a driver who said we could take the B line to get there... We finally figure out which stop we're supposed to be at (by this time it's after 8:00) and it's gonna take at least 30 minutes to get there. After switching trains we make it there. But it's 8:40 and they were gonna pick us up from the metro and take us there and then I would only have like a minute to hang out before having to head back which would be quite pointless so Csilla and I hop back on the train to just go back to Beurs to switch lines and grab some food and then head to the show.
Yet before we make it to Beurs we have to switch trains yet again, and then at the next stop the metro cops come and inspect the ov chipkaart things to make sure people are paying or whatever. The lady gets to me and just kinda looks at me (I was using what I thought was a one day pass) and asks how old I am. I tell her. She says that the card I have is only for children under 12 or senior citizens. ... Oh. She asks me to come off the train with her. Csilla follows, of course. Exit stage right.
Oh shit please don´t fine me. She and a couple of other officers ask me what I´m doing here, how long I´ve been here, blah blah blah. I tell them I´m new. I´ve been here a month and it´s my first metro ride and I thought that the card was good. They look a bit skeptical (and I thought for sure they weren´t gonna let me slide.. stupid American girl) but they were very sweet and just explained that usually there is a 38 euro fee and then another one for 75. But they weren´t gonna hit me with those. (Must be my winning smile). I told them I was sooo embarrassed (which I was) so they gave me a handwritten card saying it was good for an hour so I could get to where I was going... which was sooo nice of them. But by then we were running pretty late and so we had to skip getting food (which made me die a little inside) and instead just grabbed a Snickers from a vending machine and headed to Baroeg Open Air. Made it JUST in time to find Alanson with his friend Jaap before Korpiklaani came on. They were hilarious! And awesome!
The violinist was my favorite, of course.
They put on a great show and we didn´t stop dancing. But now I am le tired. And that´s why we have Sundays.
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