Thursdays at The Anchor in Portstewart are Traditional Irish Music nights. We went in our first few weeks in Northern Ireland, and ever since we moved to Belfast we've been looking forward to attending again. WELL. Thursday night rolled around last night and only about half of our class ended up going, due to unfinished papers, "lack of motivation," etc. Sad. Despite, the lot of us who did go had a marvelous time and Brie got to reunite with her man:
Ta ha. He's class, like.
We filled the night with a little dancing, a pint, and chatting with some *gasp* American men-the first I've met in Coleraine, I believe. It was quite refreshing and somewhat nostalgic. It really is amazing how you can often pick Americans out in a crowd solely by the way they move, their mannerisms, and the way they interact with other people. Also, it was very, very odd meeting someone and not being curious about their "identity." What is this place doing to us?
One more paper to go! Here's some photos from the last day or so:
Ta,
Karen
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