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Oh, em gee.
It is disGOOSting out. I’m really glad I’d already decided to spend the night in. I’ll be watching Milo and Otis and maybe But I’m a Cheerleader or Amélie, eating chocolate chip cookies, tiramisu, ice cream, chocolate, Pringles, or whatever the hell strikes my fancy, and drinking white zinfandel or tea. It’s all up to me. The wind is gusting and the rain is dumping, which makes me glad to have a roof over my head and windows to keep out the wet, however drafty they may be. A couple of the girls are still going into the city, to which I say have fun, but I wouldn’t, not right now. For one damn thing, we’re out of hot water so I couldn’t take a shower after the gym, and I don’t wanna go out only having had the cursory rinse I could stand under lukewarm water.
(Don’t tell fencing, but I ditched them so I could do an hour-long steady cardio workout. Fencing’s just drills and too much rest to really have any effect and I needed to work off all the keeerap I’ve been eating lately. So I went and burned 800 calories instead.)
They’re giving us a whole new stove/oven! Last night (according to Ashley & Steph), one of the hobs made a huge popping sound and exploded. The ring around the burner popped off... photo to come. So today some guys from receiving came, looked at it, and then brought up a new one several minutes later.
This is exciting. Maybe we’ll have an oven that actually cooks at the temperature it says it’s set to!
Other news: there is none. I got five hours of sleep last night, and after my 11am class I’ll get the laundry from the dryer and then take a nap. In store for today: lifting, a shower WITH HOT WATER DAMMIT, perhaps Tesco, and Gaeilge. Then all the French speakers are making crepes, and that’s exciting.
FROM today:
the crepes last night were good. Today TradSoc had a session in the student center, as happens every Thursday, but this week's was at 12:30, as a klezmer band called Hora was supposed to play at 1 for "cultural diversity week." Laure, Peter, and I were the only ones who showed up -- who could play, at least. Orla and Aoife also watched us, as well as someone from the international office? who also came to all the daytime sessions last week.
Anyway, International Office lady gave us each 10 euros, "lunch money" for having taken our lunchtime to play. I didn't complain. She said it was from the international office. I have no idea. All I know is she speaks to Peter in Irish and I look on helplessly.
SO, I waited and waited for the klezmer to take the stage. They started an hour late, their first tune beginning about four minutes before I needed to be in Viking class at 2. However, as we were waiting, I confided something to Laure: "That guy over there is Jewish."
Laure: "Which one?"
Me: "The one with the brown eyes, curly brown hair, and Jewish nose."
I met THREE JEWS today! Their accents place them somewhere British? but I think they live here now. Anyway, they're brothers, and our man (that's Irish-speak for "the one I talked about before") is named Simon. The band is made up of one of the brothers and like five goyim.
So the music started, and I tell you, a scale in the harmonic minor has never made me feel more comforted. Klezmer is my heritage and I shall never forget it. I need a little more klezmer in my life (and my itunes). But anyway, I couldn't even stay for the whole of the first song, because of class time and all. I dashed back after class but they had just finished by the time I got back.
Talked to the band afterwards, and they told me they don't know when their next gig is. Still, I got to talk to them. Jews, in Ireland! Just imagine it!
Then I went to Feargal's second class of the day, and afterwards Bonnie and Scott, the two Americans I know in that class, asked him about an Indian restaurant he'd mentioned in one of his anecdotes. He proceeded to tell us all about the restaurants of every genre in the area, and said he'd make a list of all the restaurants he knew of.
All in all, a good day! Pay, Jews, and food! One can hardly ask for more.
p.s. I hate the wireless signal here. It's fickle, fickle.