So last night I went to see this band called Kif at the King's Head Pub...(a step up from International Students' Karaoke at the College Bar) Karaoke basically consisted of really drunk college boys wailing "Like a Virgin" in falsetto voices, although the German students' rendition of "Eternal Flame" by the Bangles was pretty decent, as was this Irish guy's "Mustang Sally." Anyway, a bunch of us were sitting there, bored out of our skulls, and so we decided to leave and head into town, where we ended up at the King's Head, and hence the discovery of Kif, a pretty decent cover band with a good guitarist (BTW dad he plays a really awesome vintage looking baby blue fender strat, so he's at least somewhat legit...) and the vocals are pretty good. I liked their cover of "December 1963 (Oh, What a Night)" and am considering learning it myself. Plus...THEY DID A COVER OF "AFRICA"!!!!!! yeah. It was a good night indeed.
The most hilarious part of the evening was this HUGE drunk Irish guy who kept trying to get my friend Maggie to dance with him (Maggie is only 5 feet) and whenever she went up to the bar or to the restroom, he would grab her hand and try to twirl her around, and when the band played an up tempo song, he would point at her and nod his head. It was really funny.
Today we went to a meeting about our classes, which cleared things up, since they have been really vague about what exactly is happening. Apparently, classes start next Monday, but we just show up to the ones we think we want to take, and then officially register for them the 17th through the 21st. If we don't like a class, we just switch to another one during this week. It's like a trial period. Our finals are (get this...) April 6th. I'm not really sure what we do after that, but that is our last meeting for classes and when our final essays are due. I guess we are just supposed to travel or hang out or something.
I am still working on getting an address here (It is surprisingly difficult to find!) So far, all I know is that I am in apartment 47, room 3 (or 473, as it is called) in Corrib Village, Newcastle Road, Galway, Ireland. That's pretty much all I've been able to figure out. We don't have proper post boxes or anything anyway. I think they just deliver mail to the front desk, and then I'm not sure how it gets to us.
That's all for now. Here is a sweet link (if it even works; the internet here is really touchy and weird) for the band I saw. They sounded a lot better than they do in this clip, but at least you get the idea...and remember, if you're going to get "knackered" as our taxi driver told us, stay away from the fat dancing men!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6bvfJ9Xpus
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