Oh what a weekend.

Friday was pretty nice. Went out for drinks and dancing, per usual. Nothing too crazy, though. Saturday was when the magick started. Csilla and I were more than ready for the witches and wizards party.

Not pictured: Csilla's long, warty witch's nose. It was awesome. Got a lot of "Hey Hex"'s on the bike ride there.

The bike ride to the party was an adventure, as it is most certain to be when you're adventuring to southern Rotterdam. But crossing the Erasmus bridge is freaking awesome at night. I mean, when you get to the top and take a moment to catch your breath, it's really beautiful.

Stole this picture, but yea Erasmus bridge is pretty cool.

So we get to there and it's a squat party. Which is fabulous. Takes forever for anyone to come and let us in because the "doorbell" is actually one of those honky horns that you generally associate with clown noises. And it was kinda hard to hear over the DJ's inside. But luckily for us, Csilla is an experienced whistler and her loud ass got the attention of a girl inside on the second story. Also, some random old guy kinda wandered in with us from off the street. I hope he didn't steal anything but he seemed harmless enough and had mad dancing skills so I think it's ok. There were lots of cool magic hats and a ton of Wizard Staves. Success.

Yesterday was Heidenfest in Tilburg and we rode there with Alanson and were pretty much hangover-free by the time we got there. Most of the bands were pretty terrible but Trollfest made me laugh a lot. They ordered the audience to "bark the alarm" for the next song in which there were a lot of "woof woof woof"s. Very silly. There was one band (can't remember the name) that had a violinist and it had so much potential but they didn't really do anything with it. Pretty boring. But naturally Wintersun blew everyone away. Was incredible. :) Heh heh heh. But what I thought was most hilarious was how the different the crowd was from what I'm used to. Back home, the crowd consists of people that look more or less like this:

Bahaha thank you Google image search for "metal fan."

But really, that pretty much sums it up. Dorky guy in black band shirt. Easy mode. Heidenfest brought on the stereotype hardcore. Lots of long hair, and studded belts for the girls (who wears that stuff, seriously?) And like... combat boots. Idk... silly business. Granted it was a folk metal festival. But still-- LOL I saw some guy wearing a Linkin Park shirt bahaha. AND oh! There was a guy just wearing a chain link vest as a shirt. That was kinda cool. But by the end of the night Csilla and I just couldn't keep our hands off this one guy's Mufasa-like mane standing in front of us and that turned into us touching everyone's hair that was past their shoulders as we made out way out of the venue, which I think was half amusing, half very embarrassing for Alanson and Maarten (his friend that met us there). But seriously-- why grow long hair unless your intention is to have it be petted? :)