#26
Yesterday's Nice Thing: GOING DANCING!!!! And finally PLAYING THE PIANO
Well yesterday I dragged my sorry ass outside after 9 pm and WENT DANCING... well this was more the night. Duke of York, Harp, John Hewitt, Spaniard, Lavery's and HOME. Cos we was kicked out, what with closing time and all. But we did get a teeny weeny dance in. So the thing I have discovered are the following about going out in Belfast:
1. If you want to dance you cannot go out on Friday cos no one dances in Belfast on a Friday. Who knew?
2. The Spaniard is the nicest pub in Belfast with the best people
3. In Lavery's anyone will want to take you home, even if you are almost 50 years old.
4. Friends are AWESOME. That is why we have them.
5. You must never drink wine in pubs.
6. I have no idea how to have a nice night out cos I lost an entire part of my youth - I was mostly studying or trying to change the world. But I am learning now.
It has been an utterly amazing week. I know that I sort of meh-ed my way through it, but looking back, it has been astonishing. Honestly, we began with medieval cathedrals and ended with the Ayyubid Star. In between we had Joan of Arc, fractions, sewing machines and doing a play. We landed at the start of the Renaissance and I mostly cried through watching a documentary about the Duomo in Florence. It is just unbelievably amazing.
And it was topped off with going out in Belfast and a dance. So fuck you the third week in January.
When I woke up this morning, I just wanted to blog. Already this year is proving to be very different from last year. Can I recommend hanging out with your will? I don't know what it is about this year, seriously. But it is like this year I finally get it. I finally understand.
Life is so beautiful.
Well, I think it is time for me to go for a run. And I think I'm heading to Belvoir Park. That's the other thing - this week I went back to running. I went back to running and I just loved it. Everything is possible, I have always known it and I know it now.
Just thinking about Class Six and how simply awful they were when they were Class Six. I don't really know how I would do anything differently... I suppose you have to just saddle up for the ride and get on with it... I was just thinking that because I was thinking of how amazing the class is now. they worked so hard really on their essay so yesterday it was a real breathing out day... it's strange I used to see them as really grown up - must older than they really were - and now I see them as much younger than they are. I used to see Class 7 as quite grown up, but I think of my class and really they are still just kids. Of course they are...
Anyhow... yes, run. Then the day starts to kick in. I love life, it can't get any better.
Well yesterday I dragged my sorry ass outside after 9 pm and WENT DANCING... well this was more the night. Duke of York, Harp, John Hewitt, Spaniard, Lavery's and HOME. Cos we was kicked out, what with closing time and all. But we did get a teeny weeny dance in. So the thing I have discovered are the following about going out in Belfast:
1. If you want to dance you cannot go out on Friday cos no one dances in Belfast on a Friday. Who knew?
2. The Spaniard is the nicest pub in Belfast with the best people
3. In Lavery's anyone will want to take you home, even if you are almost 50 years old.
4. Friends are AWESOME. That is why we have them.
5. You must never drink wine in pubs.
6. I have no idea how to have a nice night out cos I lost an entire part of my youth - I was mostly studying or trying to change the world. But I am learning now.
It has been an utterly amazing week. I know that I sort of meh-ed my way through it, but looking back, it has been astonishing. Honestly, we began with medieval cathedrals and ended with the Ayyubid Star. In between we had Joan of Arc, fractions, sewing machines and doing a play. We landed at the start of the Renaissance and I mostly cried through watching a documentary about the Duomo in Florence. It is just unbelievably amazing.
And it was topped off with going out in Belfast and a dance. So fuck you the third week in January.
When I woke up this morning, I just wanted to blog. Already this year is proving to be very different from last year. Can I recommend hanging out with your will? I don't know what it is about this year, seriously. But it is like this year I finally get it. I finally understand.
Life is so beautiful.
Well, I think it is time for me to go for a run. And I think I'm heading to Belvoir Park. That's the other thing - this week I went back to running. I went back to running and I just loved it. Everything is possible, I have always known it and I know it now.
Just thinking about Class Six and how simply awful they were when they were Class Six. I don't really know how I would do anything differently... I suppose you have to just saddle up for the ride and get on with it... I was just thinking that because I was thinking of how amazing the class is now. they worked so hard really on their essay so yesterday it was a real breathing out day... it's strange I used to see them as really grown up - must older than they really were - and now I see them as much younger than they are. I used to see Class 7 as quite grown up, but I think of my class and really they are still just kids. Of course they are...
Anyhow... yes, run. Then the day starts to kick in. I love life, it can't get any better.
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