The cat is acting oddly today.
Yesterday was school trip to Galway to look at the Tulca art festival stuffs. There was a (long and winding and backtracking) tour of art venues and another disappointing night at Live @ 8. Or so that's what I've heard.
You see, upon arrival at the Galway art center, after a brief perusal of some so-so art in a very cold building, I left. With Emily, Emily, and Maggie. Aine hadn't show up yet for her talk/tour, so we wandered down the street into an Indian shop, and after about 10 minutes of looking at scarves, wandered back out again in search of a cafe, where we ran into Aine going back towards the center. She came over to us and said we'd all meet up in about 10 minutes and we could get a cup of coffee. "Sure," we said.
Strolling up Shop Street, we poked our noses into Boots (a health and beauty supply store, not a shoe one) to get hair conditioner and smell all the cologne, then out again and kitty-corner up the street to the store with the Christmas display in the window pulled us in. By the time we emerged from there it was ten after one, and we realized we were definately not going to be going on the tour at this point (but having to qualms about it), and further realizing that Galway is tiny and we had a high change of running into the rest of the group, we headed away from town for lunch.
Across Eire Square we stopped into a pub, sat down, and then left because it was smelly. Further down the street we went in, sat down, and then left because it was smelly. Even further down we found one that wasn't smelly, and got some scrumptious hot meals and tea for 9 euro.
(That's chicked kiev, garlic mashed potatoes, cooked carrots, scalloped potatoes, some sort of veggie (turnip, maybe?) in "fry" form, and fried potato.
After lunch, we split, the Emilys going back towards town for shopping, and Maggie and I walked out to the theater to catch a movie. The only one we wanted to see was playing 2 hours later so we ended up watching Due Date, choice via coin flip. It was pretty retarded, but at least the ticket prices are cheaper than in America.
Theaters look the same though..
Then we went back to town too, to see if we could find Emily^2 at the mall. We did, along with the rest of the group, including Aine who we, with the same impecible timing, ran into as we were exiting Pennys. (Apparently she only seemed to notice Emily Day's absence, however. Muahahaha.)
The envy of everyone who had to suffer through the (predictably) uninteresting tour (the Irish are pretty shit artists), we picked up Arianna and left the mall for dinner at a fancy bar (name forgotten but looked like this).
I had nachos.
Then I got really bad pains all up and down my torso and that kind of ruined the evening. (still haven't figured out what the hell is wrong, but practically had meds thrown at me by helpful housemates, so doing better today.)
Anyway, a little before eight we went to the live @ 8 bar where they started an hour late and had a million "technical difficulties" showing everything (most of the videos had to be restarted or kept sticking) and I wanted to bang my head through a wall because a) they should have worked this out ahead of the actual event, and b) it was clear none of the people running it knew anything about how to work computers and that was probably half their problem. (and c) it was a freaking mac)
Plus the videos were either really boring, really stupid, or really pointless. The only one I can give any sort of credit to was the last one we saw, which was about 8 minutes of a girl trying to thread a needle, and that only gets points for completely captivating all of us through annoyance. It was super hard not to just scream, "If it didn't work the first 60 times you tried it that way, it won't work the next. Get a bloody needle threader, you dumb bitch!"
Girl had patience. Id've just given up by that point.
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