The Concert that Wasn't

The concert last night was a bust. The ticket said that the show started at 10:30pm. Or so my friends and I thought. Apparently, 10:30pm was when the doors opened and the show started later. Much later. When we got there, they said 1am. 1am rolled around, and there was no show. 1:30am, no show. At 2am, they did sound check. And at 2:30am, the show started.

It didn't matter. I left at 2am. I was pissed. The show was at a massive club on a kibbutz. The club has something like 9 different rooms playing all sorts of different music, all of it club stuff. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate night clubs. I hate the music. I hate the culture. And I hate the lifestyle. I went to see a band, and there was no band. At least not until 2:30am.

The ticket price included transportation to and from the university, however the buses didn't start running until 3:30am, even though when we bought the tickets they told us that the buses started at 2am. So my friends and I were calling cab companies at 2am, trying to get a cab. Nobody wanted to drive to the kibbutz to get us. (The ride is only 20 minutes, but the kibbutz is outside of the city limits)

We were stuck until a cab miraculously showed up and picked up my friends and I. This was at 2:45am. The driver told us that it would cost 60 shekels to get back to the university. That's reasonable. He drove like a maniac and blasted techno music at full volume and kept asking me if I liked music. I do like music. I love music. But not techno at 3am! When we got to the university, somehow the price became 70 shekels. We tried haggling with him, but he was adamant. So we paid him.

I went to bed at 3:15 pissed off, reeking of smoke and sweat (people were smoking everywhere), and feeling like I had been scammed. Not every student in Israel has professors who are on strike. Some of us have class. But what can you expect from a place who's motto is "Never Stop Partying"? Thankfully my class was at 10am. This was probably the worst night out I have ever had.

And Hillary, if you're reading this, this was worse than our Avenue Q outing. A lot worse. At least we got burgers then.

My roommate and I will be going to a reggae concert in Tel Aviv next week. Hopefully it will not be anything like this. It's on a Thursday, so we don't have class the next day. But we still have to get back to Haifa. That will be interesting.