One night where even in the millennium they regret not having been born before. Waisted checkered flannel shirt (Nirvana era), cycling shoe (women's), buffalo lunar. Denim Jacket Badges, Three-second Phone Call, Hyper-Hyper. Handwritten love letters blown by Malizia Uomo, AX mirage. Glazing, shoemaking, slowing down, lounging in the wardrobe, Calippo lemon, Tetris, walkman, Siófok, Peti Janklovics and Edu Tóth in their nutshell, and a detailed account of their first kisses and sexual experiences with the audience, but not so.
An evening after the viewer goes home and doesn't even take off his shoes, but he's already wondering where the VCR can be in the attic. And the VHS collection. Oh, those wonderful mirror ball megaparties… oh, those marathon rampages (Mr. Vain, Bailando, Tribal dance, Rhythm is a dancer, Sing Hallelujah, It's Alright, Macarena, etc…) solved from a single sixty minute tape ... unfortunately parties are over, the 90s will never!