The white stuff falling from the sky and sticking to the ground is called snow. We get a lot of it in America. Half a foot of snow in the country does not require you to declare a national emergency. You do not need to shut down all primary and secondary schools for a week. Please do not run out of road salt, and learn to plow the roads. Don't panic. Thanks.
Everyone is bugging out over the snow here, and theres probably about 2 inches (maybe) in the city. Everyone is loving it. My roomates were so amazed at the plows on the front of the trucks. Apparently it hasn't snowed like this in ten years or something, and the country is freaking out because its running out of road salt. According to my roommates, soon the main roads won't be salted, which will cause problems everywhere.
Thursday night Dana's roommates took us out. Apparently since everyone goes home for the weekends, tuesdays and thursdays are the big nights out. We went to some club, I still don't even know where we were, and had a lot of fun. I don't really go clubbing at home but I would assume the only difference was really that we were allowed to drink. And the music was all oldschool american music.
Last night me and Dana ventured to a pub for the first time since we've been here. We went to The Wash (Washington Inn) which is probably about a 30 minute walk from the apartments. When we got there, there were about 2 other people, and by the time we left the place was full. Recap of last night:
-Me and Dana fought over who would go in first. I won.
-We sat at the bar like two awkward Americans (or Canadians) and drank Guinness's
- Two old men, like grandfather old, bought me and Dana drinks. Awkward
- Two guys had a bet on whether we were Canadian or American. Guess who won? The one who guessed American. Surprise!
-We left, too much awkwardness for one night.
Today it just snowed a lot, hence the national emergency. Did pretty much nothing. Class at 11 tomorrow morning, Linear Algebra with my (French) professor. Because I have such a fun time understanding my Irish-speaking professors, they thought it'd be fun to through in a French one. Thank you, UCC.
Til something else exciting happens....