When I was a sophomore or junior in college, a friend and I drove the roughly 8 hours from central Indiana to New Brunswick for a show. A hardcore band we dug was playing their last show ever and we were like fuck it. Had an address and started east. Got into town and went looking for the venue. Was a little nervous we had the wrong address when somewhere along Hamilton St., there stood a house. All in all, one of the coolest shows I've ever been to. The show was in the basement and my friend, who is quite tall, actually had to duck in a few places to move around. The house threw a kegger afterwards that we hung around at for a little bit, talked to the band and generally had a good time. Some very drunk punk guy showed up who was promptly ejected (physically) from the house onto the street. Super cool and I certainly won't forget it.