Back home for long enough to have changed back into my sweatpants now. And pretty exhausted, but it was more than worth it.
A little more from this evening's big adventure!
I wasn't sure what to expect in terms of how the timeframe might work here for these things, but suspected that if they were saying doors open at 6 and the first band was supposed to go on at 7? This being Sweden, they might actually mean it. So, I thought I might do worse than to aim for around 6:30 getting there, to make sure I could find the accessible bathroom and everything while it was still quieter.
So yeah, after that little detour heading off the wrong way down our own fucking street to get to the bus stop? I actually caught a 6:38 bus there. 🙄 Which is a little too on brand.
But, at least I am consistent!
Where I was supposed to go after getting off the bus (follow the dotted line) vs. where I actually started going--and needed to consult Maps again--after some "it's too dark to read the street signs properly without working glasses" wrong turn:
Yeah, I rolled way the hell off in a strange direction down some side street, and things were really not looking right if I was not aiming for some apartments or a park.
Spotted once I got away from the park and sorta back on track, though. "DEATH TO FALSE PUNX"
I can't quite rely on doing the absolute damn opposite of whatever devil posing as my sense of direction is telling me to do, George Costanza style--but, it really can be tempting at times. The results could hardly be more frustrating.
Somewhat back on track but still having very little idea where the fuck I was going, with the freaking Maps app open in my lap, I did eventually find the right address. And then wasn't much less confused.
Because Maps was indeed pointing me down this random industrial-looking alley. 🤔
This is looking back out toward Norra Grängesbergsgatan, where I had turned in. By that point, I could hear music and figured I was at least getting warm. After trying the closest couple of (unmarked, locked) doors I could find to where the sound seemed to be coming from, thankfully some guy came by to park his bike so I caved and asked him where the club entrance was.
"Just go back around another side of the building and turn by the old red truck and the toxic waste drums! You can't miss it."
Not what Random Guy actually replied, but yeah. He did kindly point me in the right direction. Automatically opting for English, after hearing whatever frazzled attempt at asking for directions came out of my mouth by that point. This would not be the first or last awkwardness of the night, but I survived.
By the time I got to the actual entrance, it was like 7:15 and the first opener hadn't really gotten going yet. Ended up not being terrible timing, after all the fun getting there this evening.
Especially now that I have seen some landmarks to look out for, pretty confident that I could get myself back there without too much trouble, at least. I am on MUCH firmer ground with navigating by landmarks. Though, that did work better back home in a less built-up environment with way more varied terrain. (I say, as I am remembering having to repeatedly, say, go turn around in somebody's cow pasture once the pavement ran out and shit like that. 😒 Still not sure exactly where some of the places I ended up were, pre-GPS access.)
And it did seem worth going back to Plan B. Pretty chill environment, and they do get some good shows. Pretty much everything I've been vaguely interesting in seeing so far here in town. Glad to have finally trekked over there to check it out.
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