Mmmm...Donner Burgers

Tessa and I went to the Twelve Bar Club to see her friend's band, Punch Puppet, play. They are a melodic pop punk band (think Ramones, not Blink 182) and really, really fun. Before making our way to the club, we stopped off to a tiny kebob shop and grabbed something to soak up the surely forthcoming booze. I will now be forever obsessed with donner burgers with garlic sauce. Its strips of yummy, yummy lamb carved from one of those gyros cone thingies, coated with white, creamy, garlicky sauce and tossed into a bun. I am now addicted, end of story. On to the venue, which was the strangest little place I have ever seen a show at. The stage is super tiny, maybe 6' x9' with an old chimney (bearing a sign with "The Forge" 1635) jostling for room with the assorted amps. The audience area is super tiny, but has a balcony, which ends up cutting off the stage to odd effect. If you are on the ground floor you can only see the band from the knees down, upstairs from the knees up. We met up with some other friends of Tessa and drank way too many pints. I have also decided to start a lifetime love affair with strongbow cider, if I can stand the constant heckling for not just drinking lager with everyone else. After the pub closed at 12:30 ish we went to some club type place to go dance and drink way more. It was dirty, packed to the gills, hot as a blast furnace and had a 10£ (around $19) cover (but luckily the guys we were carousing with were on the list). However, they played indie rock dance stuff (weird I know, but I can't explain it any better), had 2£ rum and cokes and were open till 4AM. We had a total blast, smashed and boogieing; occasionally pausing to giggle at the guy so hammered he was cruising around the club clad only in his boxer briefs. We left at 4:30, after more lamb kabob, and poured ourselves onto the bus to get back home. On the coach, two girls were screaming at a pair of blokes (see how British I am) until one of the chicks straight drop kicked him (seriously) through the open doors, finally flinging her cocktail (which she somehow had on the bus) after him. I awoke disoriented, but happy, and tasting of liquor and lamb.