Official in Ireland

The past 24 hours have been better than I could have ever imagined! 

Last night, my roommate Charline cooked us a French dinner. Baby potatoes with a baked brie-like cheese to drizzle over them and a big salad to share. She bought french chardonnay and set out appetizers as we watched European mogul races while she finished cooking.

Charline, Christina and Maggie

Jorge and Brett

After dinner, Courtney and I ventured out with my roommate Maggie and her friend Christina (not the one pictured above), a study abroad student from the States who has already been here for a semester.  We put on our version of their club attire, which is little black dresses, bare legs and high heels, and headed to a party at Christina's Irish friends' house.  Mingling was a little hard at first but we made friends fast. After one of the guys I was talking to forgot my name, I prompted him by telling him the first letter was 'M' and that it's an Irish name. When he gave up and I told him my name is Megan, he laughed and told me that Megan isn't an Irish name!! I didn't and don't believe him... and I found a few others to back me up :)

From the house, we took a cab to the City Centre so that we could go to the club called Trinity Rooms. But because it's the first week back for everyone and Tuesday is a big going out night, the line was OUTRAGEOUS! Like, I've never seen anything like it! So we followed some people down the street and around a corner to a different club called Angel Lane. It was madness! (But a little less crowded because it has a higher entrance fee of 7 euro). The dance clubs here are literally insane. They play a lot of Top 40 songs - although people still go craaazy for"California Girls" - and they dance differently. You stand out if you raise your arms too much, your feet get trampled on like nobody's business, mosh pits brake out, and nobody grinds or thizzes.
(Side note: none of the American/Canadian friends we've made here even know what thizzing is. This makes me stick out like a sore thumb, as it is my go-to dance move).
After being separated from everyone we knew, Courtney and I left so that we could go home and rest our bruised feet.

Nothing super exciting happened today, but for some reason Court and I couldn't stop smiling! Great classes, a trip planned to Galway this weekend and an appointment at the Immigration Office to receive our temporary Irish I.D.'s.

We got a recommendation for a good fish and chips restaurant to go to for dinner from "our friend" who works at the vodafone (a cell phone company) store. The fish and chips were delish! And the ketchup wasn't weird tasting like I had heard it might be! Then we went to the Immigration office, received our I.D.'s and wandered back into the main part of the city, where we stumbled into an Italian restaurant for a brownie sundae and decaf coffee.

I could get used to living like this :)