We were never told what concert or where it was located. Problem number 1. Problem number 2, I didn't have a phone or any form of ID. You'll see where that might play in later.
The five of us (from Granada) attempted to be the Spice Girls...and failed (that's what we get for not anticipating that Halloween is an excuse to party everywhere) except for Tyler who managed to whip up the most hilarious Sporty Spice outfit I have ever seen. Socks in the sports bra and all...
We headed out to the concert, and of course, the five of us managed to be separated. It was Tyler, Sarah and I with one group, and Meghan and Andrea with the other group. Luckily we had the directions to the concert so we we're set.
Oh and did I mention it was below freezing on Halloween night? A leotard never helped anyone on a night like this...
Ok so we finally arrive at said destination...what looks to be an abandoned school....
We walk up a flight of stairs and manage to pass some...interesting (and passed out) people. We pay for our tickets and head to the huge room (probably once was an old gymnasium) and wait for the band to start. Ok now picture: Me, leotard, Tyler, purple sports bra filled with socks, red boxer breifs, spandex pants, a headband and makeup. The lights dim...
I thought I was going to have an epileptic seizure, until the screaming of the death metal band shocked me even more. Yup we had arrived at a death metal concert.
Tyler turns and sticks his hands in his bra: "Michelle! Take these [socks]! We're all going to die!!"
My only redeeming quality was I was wearing black. We then came to realize that everyone around us looked like zombies or rob zombie. This is when a phone or ID may have been comforting to have. How are they going to identify our bodies when we are sacrificed to the band??
I like to think I kept my cool, and in fact, I convinced everyone to stay a bit longer and take in the experience. By this point, Tyler had pooped his pants, and Sarah looked like she was about to implode from the culture shock. Finally, they convinced me it was time to go. We were on our way out, and of course got lost, only to find another room with a band setting up. Ok these people look a bit better, the lead singer is a female, she doesn't look like the Joker or a zombie. Ooo! Trumpets! and then
MEGHAN AND ANDREA!!
I think Tyler may have begun to cry at this point....
We ended up staying for a wonderful indie rock concert and danced the night away with a man wearing a bikini filled with what was apparently a beard ( you get the idea) and fake herpes on his mouth, a girl dressed as australian white trash, and of course, a few zombies.
When in Budapest...
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