I had my first soccer tournament today (yes, all in one day because I could only make it to one game). Well, let me tell you, they do things a little different here. Really adds to the definition of pregaming. Last night I got in, and coach quickly took me to a club at a party resort town for U. Ulster kids. Met all the lads, great stuff. We all know we have a game in the morning. I’m thinking, a few drinks won’t hurt, might help me sleep. Well, I get there and they are all obliterated. One of them didn’t even make it in the club, got kicked out by the coat check lady, passed out in the pub upstairs, a bouncer changed him and sent him on his way(he played Keeper today). These guys weren’t messing around. Shot, shot, shot, shot………..Thank God the captain was sober enough to make us drink water. And to be fair, the lads from Cork, who we would play, were out drinking as well, though not nearly as heavily. Pretty cool to friend up with the other team.
So guess where they put me for this game the next morning? Center Mid. Can’t think of the last time I played in there. My god. And one sub, which was used for another person when they got injured. Well, I got a goal, played great, but by the end I was dead and cramping, so when we went into overtime, it’s no wonder we ended up losing. It felt good to be back in a leadership type of position. I almost had one other goal. Missed a brilliant lefty by an inch.
Negatives include a swollen face and bloody nose from a bad elbow, and a really injured foot from a tackle. Walking sucks.
But, I have decided that this is the way soccer should be. This is ideal soccer. I love Irish soccer. And these guys were absolutely hilarious.
Also want to say, I’m an idiot for not bring warm relaxing or warm up pants of any sort. And I am a genius for not bringing an Ipod. I would miss out on so much.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
One hell of a Week
Sorry the blogs have been less frequent, but I really didn’t sleep much for about eight days since caving led straight into St. Patrick’s Week. And that’s what it was, St. Patrick’s Week. I did my part to get green and crazy 4 out of 7 nights and would’ve gone for more, maybe, but unfortunately/luckily I got a pretty bad cold and a super sore throat. So this weekend I kicked it, studied (which means I watched March Madness), and rested. Here’s some tidbits from the Week.
Overall St. Paddy’s Eve was the night to remember, just so much happening and such an impressively good time, but St. Patrick’s Day was a great party in itself, and Friday was a nice night as well.
The club was poppin! The line was a quarter mile long everywhere, so we stuck with what we knew was good, the Purdy Kitchen, which has great drinks deals if you get on the cheaplist, which we’ve done by being regular attending students. We actually didn’t have to wait in line too long either. They cleared everyone out and said it was too full (there are like 5 floors at this place). Well, we stuck around and sure enough they started letting people in soon. By the time it was last call, I’d found my way into a really offbeat jig and group dance of sorts probably to Rihanna or Chris Brown. Lotta fun though. Then this Irish girl who was on another level mentally, just started getting thrown around to dudes. Literally like, hey catch, and then she wanted to be swung around. I was just praying that I wouldn’t be the one she puked on. Good times though, and great scene.
We got out after the club and wandered around Dublin for a few hours. Saw some fights, but had lots of fun. I thought we were going to be in a fight for a second. We had helped build a human pyramid with like 10 spanish guys so we could cut down this huge thing of balloons, green, white, and orange, 5 feet in diameter, like 30 yards long. Probably illegal. Anyway, once we got it down this tiny little Irish dude comes up beer in hand swinging and kicking like a mad man claiming we’ve stolen the Irish flag and drawing a lot of attention. It was half hilarious, but half, “OMG what if this whole place jumps us.” Eventually this little dude gets close enough and grabs the balloons and runs off down the street. He was still sprinting trailing the balloons a half mile down, knocking people over as he went. The devil.
My friend’s friend who’d come over started hitting on a large, much older lady and begging for a couch to sleep on (how ungrateful). Shelby and I heard from like 20 yards away a burst of laughter and in a lovely Irish accent, “if we were to fornicate, I’d break you!” How epicly gross is that!
Finally made it back at 5am, no after party, and we had to wake up at 7am for O’kegs and McEggs (a little American irish pregame). And we did, we woke up and starting going again. Decided to go down to the parade about 10am. I’ve never seen so many people in the same green hat. Whoever makes those crappy felt leprechaun hats made a fortune. It was awesome to see streets crowded as far as the eye could see with bobbing green hats. Anyway, after stumbling around trying to get a good look at the parade I wandered off to find my IES group at the bridge to go to Croke park. Well, I really had no idea what meet at the bridge meant. Which side, on the bridge? And I got there late anyway because of the crowds so I just had to trek over to Croke Park alone, and that was worth it. Saw some interesting people.
Oh, Croke Park had the GAA championships for Ireland, so there were some really devoted hometown crowds there for the hurling and Gaeilic football. That was awesome, though I got ripped off on the ticket price. That was a cool way to sober up in the afternoon. When it was all over, I went back to make dinner for the guests before they got back.
We got back and all had a nice dinner. Some more girls got in who were staying with me, which made 9 people staying in my small space including myself, 3 I hadn’t even met before. But they got in later than they were supposed to, and one of the girls took forever to get ready, like 2 hours, so she held us up til half eleven, and I really wanted to be down for the evening because I heard those are some magic hours in Dublin. Humph! We still had fun in my apartment, but nothing special, and by the time we got downtown, one of my friends was puking in a burger king bag, so I had to take her back since I knew my way and had the only key. That was the night. And it’s unfortunate, because then the rest weren’t quite sure what to do, so the guys having had fun the night before, went back to the same place and took the girls, but Wednesday is the good night there, so they should’ve gone elsewhere. Well, I did get to sleep on my bed, though with a damp towel for a cover. I was tired though, so it worked.
The girls all manned up and made their flights early the next morning. I slept in and let the guys loose on Dublin. They found some cool museums I’m going to have to visit. I met up with them in the afternoon and we all just explored some more. I realized how little of Dublin I’ve actually explored on foot, but I’m saving it for May when I have more free time and better weather. We came back and went to a Pub I hadn’t been to yet down the street. Man, that place is way cool, and the townies are legit. Nice, and fun. Niamh and Sheila, the girls who helped us out when we visited Kenmare were in Dublin for the night seeing Enrique Iglesias so they came and met up with us and we all had another good night, though I accidently passed out on a pillow which had puke on the backside from the night before, so throughout the night as I tossed and turned…yah. Gross. Probably contributed to getting sick. Had to pass up trips to Howth and Blarney Castle this weekend. Oh well, still time.
Ireland lived up to the hype you would think would come with St. Patrick’s Day. I feel better now.
I think this place is about to get super green super quick, and I am excited for what’s to come. First soccer tournament this week, and because I held out and they need people on Friday, my stay and transportation is covered. Then down to Will’s christening. I’m studying all week and taking it easy because I have a big test on Monday, but I’m pretty prepared, so I’m not stressin, but then again, I’m not sure what to expect either. After that, just a few days of school, and then the Canary Islands!!!!!!! April will get filled somehow, hopefully I’ll make it to Spain. But when classes end April 29th I am leaving for Scotland, then England, for a week. Then skipping a week ahead, I’m going to Switzerland (with some Australian ladies, oooo lala) to explore and while I’m there I’m going bungie jumping. But seriously, this jump is the one from Goldeneye and one of the biggest in the world off Verzasca Dam. 220m/750ft. Let’s Go!!!!!!!!!!.Also, capming gear is super cheap right because of the recession and the season ending. Picked up a sweet hiking bag, huge, lifetime warranty, for 30euro, 70% off, so I’m more prepared for the summer.
Also, David Fox, my fraternity brother, old roommate, teammate, and partner in crime in Europe is sharing a few columns with me in our school paper this week.
Overall St. Paddy’s Eve was the night to remember, just so much happening and such an impressively good time, but St. Patrick’s Day was a great party in itself, and Friday was a nice night as well.
The club was poppin! The line was a quarter mile long everywhere, so we stuck with what we knew was good, the Purdy Kitchen, which has great drinks deals if you get on the cheaplist, which we’ve done by being regular attending students. We actually didn’t have to wait in line too long either. They cleared everyone out and said it was too full (there are like 5 floors at this place). Well, we stuck around and sure enough they started letting people in soon. By the time it was last call, I’d found my way into a really offbeat jig and group dance of sorts probably to Rihanna or Chris Brown. Lotta fun though. Then this Irish girl who was on another level mentally, just started getting thrown around to dudes. Literally like, hey catch, and then she wanted to be swung around. I was just praying that I wouldn’t be the one she puked on. Good times though, and great scene.
We got out after the club and wandered around Dublin for a few hours. Saw some fights, but had lots of fun. I thought we were going to be in a fight for a second. We had helped build a human pyramid with like 10 spanish guys so we could cut down this huge thing of balloons, green, white, and orange, 5 feet in diameter, like 30 yards long. Probably illegal. Anyway, once we got it down this tiny little Irish dude comes up beer in hand swinging and kicking like a mad man claiming we’ve stolen the Irish flag and drawing a lot of attention. It was half hilarious, but half, “OMG what if this whole place jumps us.” Eventually this little dude gets close enough and grabs the balloons and runs off down the street. He was still sprinting trailing the balloons a half mile down, knocking people over as he went. The devil.
My friend’s friend who’d come over started hitting on a large, much older lady and begging for a couch to sleep on (how ungrateful). Shelby and I heard from like 20 yards away a burst of laughter and in a lovely Irish accent, “if we were to fornicate, I’d break you!” How epicly gross is that!
Finally made it back at 5am, no after party, and we had to wake up at 7am for O’kegs and McEggs (a little American irish pregame). And we did, we woke up and starting going again. Decided to go down to the parade about 10am. I’ve never seen so many people in the same green hat. Whoever makes those crappy felt leprechaun hats made a fortune. It was awesome to see streets crowded as far as the eye could see with bobbing green hats. Anyway, after stumbling around trying to get a good look at the parade I wandered off to find my IES group at the bridge to go to Croke park. Well, I really had no idea what meet at the bridge meant. Which side, on the bridge? And I got there late anyway because of the crowds so I just had to trek over to Croke Park alone, and that was worth it. Saw some interesting people.
Oh, Croke Park had the GAA championships for Ireland, so there were some really devoted hometown crowds there for the hurling and Gaeilic football. That was awesome, though I got ripped off on the ticket price. That was a cool way to sober up in the afternoon. When it was all over, I went back to make dinner for the guests before they got back.
We got back and all had a nice dinner. Some more girls got in who were staying with me, which made 9 people staying in my small space including myself, 3 I hadn’t even met before. But they got in later than they were supposed to, and one of the girls took forever to get ready, like 2 hours, so she held us up til half eleven, and I really wanted to be down for the evening because I heard those are some magic hours in Dublin. Humph! We still had fun in my apartment, but nothing special, and by the time we got downtown, one of my friends was puking in a burger king bag, so I had to take her back since I knew my way and had the only key. That was the night. And it’s unfortunate, because then the rest weren’t quite sure what to do, so the guys having had fun the night before, went back to the same place and took the girls, but Wednesday is the good night there, so they should’ve gone elsewhere. Well, I did get to sleep on my bed, though with a damp towel for a cover. I was tired though, so it worked.
The girls all manned up and made their flights early the next morning. I slept in and let the guys loose on Dublin. They found some cool museums I’m going to have to visit. I met up with them in the afternoon and we all just explored some more. I realized how little of Dublin I’ve actually explored on foot, but I’m saving it for May when I have more free time and better weather. We came back and went to a Pub I hadn’t been to yet down the street. Man, that place is way cool, and the townies are legit. Nice, and fun. Niamh and Sheila, the girls who helped us out when we visited Kenmare were in Dublin for the night seeing Enrique Iglesias so they came and met up with us and we all had another good night, though I accidently passed out on a pillow which had puke on the backside from the night before, so throughout the night as I tossed and turned…yah. Gross. Probably contributed to getting sick. Had to pass up trips to Howth and Blarney Castle this weekend. Oh well, still time.
Ireland lived up to the hype you would think would come with St. Patrick’s Day. I feel better now.
I think this place is about to get super green super quick, and I am excited for what’s to come. First soccer tournament this week, and because I held out and they need people on Friday, my stay and transportation is covered. Then down to Will’s christening. I’m studying all week and taking it easy because I have a big test on Monday, but I’m pretty prepared, so I’m not stressin, but then again, I’m not sure what to expect either. After that, just a few days of school, and then the Canary Islands!!!!!!! April will get filled somehow, hopefully I’ll make it to Spain. But when classes end April 29th I am leaving for Scotland, then England, for a week. Then skipping a week ahead, I’m going to Switzerland (with some Australian ladies, oooo lala) to explore and while I’m there I’m going bungie jumping. But seriously, this jump is the one from Goldeneye and one of the biggest in the world off Verzasca Dam. 220m/750ft. Let’s Go!!!!!!!!!!.Also, capming gear is super cheap right because of the recession and the season ending. Picked up a sweet hiking bag, huge, lifetime warranty, for 30euro, 70% off, so I’m more prepared for the summer.
Also, David Fox, my fraternity brother, old roommate, teammate, and partner in crime in Europe is sharing a few columns with me in our school paper this week.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Dirty
I just got back from my first weekend caving. Finally (I’d been expecting it) we had some nasty weather this weekend. In fact, it snowed. Well, that didn’t stop us from rolling around in mud, and traversing underground waterways. I mean, it was Saturday night, sun down, when we put on our wetsuits to go for a swim in the freshly melted snow currents of a local cave. But you had to traverse it to get to the good stuff, so why not. My God, I’ve never been so cold in my life, and rarely have I felt like such a man. Caving is really cool. I remember cave trips as a kid, especially a muddyfield trip from the Nature Center when Mom has to find a bunch of plastic bags to cover the car so she could take me home. I loved it, and I loved the claustrophobic parts of my job last summer. It’s pretty cool to be 100 feet below the ground, pitch black, lean on a rock, and listen to the water flow. I know I will have to be one of like ten Americans who have gone caving in Ireland. I feel special and lucky I got into all this, however humble I should be.
I mean, this weekend was truly unique not just in activities but people too. Hanging out with 20 crazy Irish people in a scout post in the middle of nowhere was a real learning experience. This is a group of individuals the likes of which I suspect I’ve walked amongst and never gotten to know. Weird games, heavy drinking, all smiles, everyone happy to just have each other. Really adds weight to my Teletubby/James Bond observation from a prior post. This group of cavers was truly fun, if not incredibly awkward at some points, and definitely left me surprised and in some cases concerned that they might not be well in the head. I pretty much didn’t sleep all weekend because someone was up partying. But they’re all very methodical and adventurous types, so that lends well to caving
Ended up getting almost all the extra food the club bought. Good €20 worth, so props to me for the cheap weekend. Tried new kinds of beer, some Thai, Indian, Polish, and Dutch varieties, as well as some potent and awful Irish home distilled liquor. Apple Schnapps and peppermint tea is good too.
Sorry this is short, I feel like I’m forgetting stuff, but the weekend was exhausting, the week ahead is exhausting between guests and events, and I need to get some school work done. I feel like I’m forgetting stuff, oh well.
I mean, this weekend was truly unique not just in activities but people too. Hanging out with 20 crazy Irish people in a scout post in the middle of nowhere was a real learning experience. This is a group of individuals the likes of which I suspect I’ve walked amongst and never gotten to know. Weird games, heavy drinking, all smiles, everyone happy to just have each other. Really adds weight to my Teletubby/James Bond observation from a prior post. This group of cavers was truly fun, if not incredibly awkward at some points, and definitely left me surprised and in some cases concerned that they might not be well in the head. I pretty much didn’t sleep all weekend because someone was up partying. But they’re all very methodical and adventurous types, so that lends well to caving
Ended up getting almost all the extra food the club bought. Good €20 worth, so props to me for the cheap weekend. Tried new kinds of beer, some Thai, Indian, Polish, and Dutch varieties, as well as some potent and awful Irish home distilled liquor. Apple Schnapps and peppermint tea is good too.
Sorry this is short, I feel like I’m forgetting stuff, but the weekend was exhausting, the week ahead is exhausting between guests and events, and I need to get some school work done. I feel like I’m forgetting stuff, oh well.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Squeakin by is more than enough
Last Friday I went to my first Rugby match, Home Leinster vs the Scarlets. Maybe I built it up in my head too much, but this was a disappointment. I expected drunk angry singing Irish fans and constant brutish play. What actually went down was much more like Golf in terms of civility and etiquette. I understand why no one was drinking. If you think NFL games are bad. Whoa. Also, a very kid friendly atmosphere, with little kids playing at half time. Anyway, discovered a great little pub afterwards, and walked the long way through the city, so got to see some new parts. I like getting lost. But I was ready to get home to bed because...
I randomly went to Belfast with friends. Good call.
Belfast was the BOMB. I was skeptical to say the least about this trip. Wasn’t sure why we were going, didn’t know what we’d do, but I always seem to have fun, and when else will I go to Belfast? Well, I wish I’d gone both nights because apparently Friday was just as good as Saturday, and Saturday was awesome!
Saturday morning, I woke up at 6:00am and hit the road in hopes of catching everyone before the day started. Bused my way to Belfast by 10:30. Called to say what’s up, and we all headed north to the Giant’s Causeway. We got up there for the early afternoon, and the weather was wonderful. We all recovered in The Nook, a little restaurant nearby, and started the hike. I’m finding a trend in my reactions to Irish landscapes: Whoa, elevates to Oh man, to Oh Wow!, to Oh my God this is incredible, to unfreaking believable, and the crescendo of amazement ends in silence and bright eyes staring off into the North Atlantic over a cliff. Please check out the photos-amazing geology. So the Cliffs of Moher are better? We shall see. Great afternoon walk finishing in the sunset. There was something most excellent about looking off north into nothingness. The sky was just different, and the sun continues to be uniquely mysterious and impressive. Highlights included the view of the amphitheater (which was closed off-but we dared), the actual causeway (Basalt columns-which I’m pretty sure I saw when Dad took us out west), and the view from the top of the cliff. Looking into Ireland there are pleasant looking sheep, fields, and villages. Turning around is a massive drop down to crashing blue waves, alien looking rock, and the unknown.
Oh, here’s the background-Legend has it that the Irish warrior Finn McCool built the causeway to walk to Scotland to fight his Scottish counterpart Benandonner. However, Fionn fell asleep before he got to Scotland, and when did not arrive, the much larger Benandonner crossed the bridge looking for him. To protect him, Fionn’s wife Oonagh laid a blanket over him so he could pretend that he was actually their baby son. When Benandonner saw the size of the 'infant', he assumed the father, Fionn, must be a massive giant, so he fled home in terror, ripping up the Causeway in case he was followed by Fionn.
Well, we made it back, and the night just took off from there. We did it big, real big, and went nuts almost til the sun rose, when we hit the chipper.
I can make a recommendation for touring Belfast nightlife. Friday go to the Queen’s University Union. Saturday go to Lavry’s in the city center, Sunday, maybe try Mynt.
Overall Belfast’s people are nicer than Dublin’s. But they can have a real mean streak to them. Three times we got intense with other dudes, and one of those times was real close. Also, on the bus tour, we had many more people wave and say hello with smiles. But there were also plenty of meaner looking people, and I guess the traditional Belfast hello must be two birds. The city is extremely interesting in that respect. Really, the tour of the town took us through rough parts but mostly really industrial looking middle class areas. The city had a real blue collar feel to it that just earns your respect. I felt admiration for the city’s people and its contribution over the years. A real powerhouse of the industrial revolution and wartimes.
Took a bus tour, and for £10 this has to be the best cheapest way to get a grip on the city. Good hour and a half of sites and history. Recommend that as one of the first things to do, Belfast is a big city and it's not all in the center.
This week I’ve been figuring out financial issues, trying to budget, and mostly fighting with two banks. I thought I had everything figured out before I got over here. I certainly did not. One, I simply forgot to bring a check book even though it was on the list to bring. This would have solved everything, even though the banks assured me I could do it all online for free. It has been a real pain in the butt this week.
Luckily, on Monday I managed to eat free all day. Free pancakes, the free pizza, then at night Guinness came to visit DCU. I came away from there with 5 free pints down, 2 meat pies down, a 30 minute conversation with the Worldwide MasterBrewer, and a ridiculously fun time with live traditional music, and lessons on pouring and drinking Guinness. DCU did a terrible job advertising for this. I almost didn’t go, and not many students did, hence I think one free pint turned into five. But I’m glad I did. Also got a free sick poster and a couple of Guinness glass glasses, though I’m not sure they meant to give those away.
Tuesday I got more free stuff. Free tickets to see the Godfather at the Irish Film institute downtown. They had a guy speak about the movie before it started. Had no idea the movie was so long, but hey, definitely one of a kind classic.
So today, Wednesday, I had to finally go find some food. Went to Tesco, used the credit card (FAIL), and stocked up. It’s a 15 minute walk, especially when you are burdened by 5 big bags of stuff (I went to Penney’s to get extra bedding for incoming guests). Whew, treated myself to cheap chicken wings. Good to go.
I randomly went to Belfast with friends. Good call.
Belfast was the BOMB. I was skeptical to say the least about this trip. Wasn’t sure why we were going, didn’t know what we’d do, but I always seem to have fun, and when else will I go to Belfast? Well, I wish I’d gone both nights because apparently Friday was just as good as Saturday, and Saturday was awesome!
Saturday morning, I woke up at 6:00am and hit the road in hopes of catching everyone before the day started. Bused my way to Belfast by 10:30. Called to say what’s up, and we all headed north to the Giant’s Causeway. We got up there for the early afternoon, and the weather was wonderful. We all recovered in The Nook, a little restaurant nearby, and started the hike. I’m finding a trend in my reactions to Irish landscapes: Whoa, elevates to Oh man, to Oh Wow!, to Oh my God this is incredible, to unfreaking believable, and the crescendo of amazement ends in silence and bright eyes staring off into the North Atlantic over a cliff. Please check out the photos-amazing geology. So the Cliffs of Moher are better? We shall see. Great afternoon walk finishing in the sunset. There was something most excellent about looking off north into nothingness. The sky was just different, and the sun continues to be uniquely mysterious and impressive. Highlights included the view of the amphitheater (which was closed off-but we dared), the actual causeway (Basalt columns-which I’m pretty sure I saw when Dad took us out west), and the view from the top of the cliff. Looking into Ireland there are pleasant looking sheep, fields, and villages. Turning around is a massive drop down to crashing blue waves, alien looking rock, and the unknown.
Oh, here’s the background-Legend has it that the Irish warrior Finn McCool built the causeway to walk to Scotland to fight his Scottish counterpart Benandonner. However, Fionn fell asleep before he got to Scotland, and when did not arrive, the much larger Benandonner crossed the bridge looking for him. To protect him, Fionn’s wife Oonagh laid a blanket over him so he could pretend that he was actually their baby son. When Benandonner saw the size of the 'infant', he assumed the father, Fionn, must be a massive giant, so he fled home in terror, ripping up the Causeway in case he was followed by Fionn.
Well, we made it back, and the night just took off from there. We did it big, real big, and went nuts almost til the sun rose, when we hit the chipper.
I can make a recommendation for touring Belfast nightlife. Friday go to the Queen’s University Union. Saturday go to Lavry’s in the city center, Sunday, maybe try Mynt.
Overall Belfast’s people are nicer than Dublin’s. But they can have a real mean streak to them. Three times we got intense with other dudes, and one of those times was real close. Also, on the bus tour, we had many more people wave and say hello with smiles. But there were also plenty of meaner looking people, and I guess the traditional Belfast hello must be two birds. The city is extremely interesting in that respect. Really, the tour of the town took us through rough parts but mostly really industrial looking middle class areas. The city had a real blue collar feel to it that just earns your respect. I felt admiration for the city’s people and its contribution over the years. A real powerhouse of the industrial revolution and wartimes.
Took a bus tour, and for £10 this has to be the best cheapest way to get a grip on the city. Good hour and a half of sites and history. Recommend that as one of the first things to do, Belfast is a big city and it's not all in the center.
This week I’ve been figuring out financial issues, trying to budget, and mostly fighting with two banks. I thought I had everything figured out before I got over here. I certainly did not. One, I simply forgot to bring a check book even though it was on the list to bring. This would have solved everything, even though the banks assured me I could do it all online for free. It has been a real pain in the butt this week.
Luckily, on Monday I managed to eat free all day. Free pancakes, the free pizza, then at night Guinness came to visit DCU. I came away from there with 5 free pints down, 2 meat pies down, a 30 minute conversation with the Worldwide MasterBrewer, and a ridiculously fun time with live traditional music, and lessons on pouring and drinking Guinness. DCU did a terrible job advertising for this. I almost didn’t go, and not many students did, hence I think one free pint turned into five. But I’m glad I did. Also got a free sick poster and a couple of Guinness glass glasses, though I’m not sure they meant to give those away.
Tuesday I got more free stuff. Free tickets to see the Godfather at the Irish Film institute downtown. They had a guy speak about the movie before it started. Had no idea the movie was so long, but hey, definitely one of a kind classic.
So today, Wednesday, I had to finally go find some food. Went to Tesco, used the credit card (FAIL), and stocked up. It’s a 15 minute walk, especially when you are burdened by 5 big bags of stuff (I went to Penney’s to get extra bedding for incoming guests). Whew, treated myself to cheap chicken wings. Good to go.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
RAG Week=Rage Week
Wazzzaaaaa?!!!??!?!
It’s RAG week, so the campus is hitting another level. Last night was Toxic Tuesday at nuBar on campus. Normally you have to wait like 5 minutes in line to get in. Well, we got there later and people were walking away because the line was like a mile long. And Garda everywhere. Don’t worry, we just hopped the fence. And got caught. And then tried again, running into the maddening crowd before they could move to us. Bonus. And it was so worth it. Crack show. Today the fine ladies of Red Bull were here. Ten 6’2 model thin blondes dressed like stewardesses. My noon class had guys running in an out of the lecture hall stocking up on Red Bull. There was a redbull army too. Three hum-vees, like ten of those little redbull roadsters, and practically a mobile DJ tank. Mall was bumpin all day.
Best news of all though is the 100th Red Bull Flug Tag is in Dublin in May and you can enter the contest for free! If you don’t what this awesome day is, I’ll educate you. Flug Tag is a competition where all sorts of people build craft that cannot be powered and see how long using human strength the craft can fly after it’s pushed off into the harbor. But you also get scored on fun. So you get people doing artsy stuff like flying pigs, and you get time to do a pre-launch performance and this goes on all day along with hundreds of thousands of drunks from all over Europe coming in a partying. Cash prizes etc. too. You may have seen the commercials on ESPN. I’m thinking about building a flying banker and renting a tux with friends.
Tonight was the RAG Ball. Significantly harder to sneak into, expensive, and sold out. Bummer. Oh well, I guess I won’t get to hang out with the V.I.P. himself, Vanilla Ice. Haha. The campus was in an uproar that Vanilla Ice was the chosen special guest. Lots of complaining. I need to prepare for two tutorials tomorrow anyway.
I think I’m getting sick. There has been a strep like virus going around. About half my friends have gotten it so far. I should be next, and my throat feels scratchy and like it’s getting swollen. I hope not, because the plan is to go to Belfast this weekend.
Also, I’d heard lots about St. Patty’s day not being big here. But it sounds huge. Major plus and I get to share it with friends from home coming over.
It’s RAG week, so the campus is hitting another level. Last night was Toxic Tuesday at nuBar on campus. Normally you have to wait like 5 minutes in line to get in. Well, we got there later and people were walking away because the line was like a mile long. And Garda everywhere. Don’t worry, we just hopped the fence. And got caught. And then tried again, running into the maddening crowd before they could move to us. Bonus. And it was so worth it. Crack show. Today the fine ladies of Red Bull were here. Ten 6’2 model thin blondes dressed like stewardesses. My noon class had guys running in an out of the lecture hall stocking up on Red Bull. There was a redbull army too. Three hum-vees, like ten of those little redbull roadsters, and practically a mobile DJ tank. Mall was bumpin all day.
Best news of all though is the 100th Red Bull Flug Tag is in Dublin in May and you can enter the contest for free! If you don’t what this awesome day is, I’ll educate you. Flug Tag is a competition where all sorts of people build craft that cannot be powered and see how long using human strength the craft can fly after it’s pushed off into the harbor. But you also get scored on fun. So you get people doing artsy stuff like flying pigs, and you get time to do a pre-launch performance and this goes on all day along with hundreds of thousands of drunks from all over Europe coming in a partying. Cash prizes etc. too. You may have seen the commercials on ESPN. I’m thinking about building a flying banker and renting a tux with friends.
Tonight was the RAG Ball. Significantly harder to sneak into, expensive, and sold out. Bummer. Oh well, I guess I won’t get to hang out with the V.I.P. himself, Vanilla Ice. Haha. The campus was in an uproar that Vanilla Ice was the chosen special guest. Lots of complaining. I need to prepare for two tutorials tomorrow anyway.
I think I’m getting sick. There has been a strep like virus going around. About half my friends have gotten it so far. I should be next, and my throat feels scratchy and like it’s getting swollen. I hope not, because the plan is to go to Belfast this weekend.
Also, I’d heard lots about St. Patty’s day not being big here. But it sounds huge. Major plus and I get to share it with friends from home coming over.
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