I've had a pretty busy week, and I've been very remiss in keeping up with this blog. My apologies. [See, I warned you this would happen.]
Last Friday, I went to a ceilidh (pronounced kay-lee) at my university. I didn't know anyone there, so I started introducing myself to people. Because my choices are either get used to introducing myself to strangers or stop going to events without a posse, and four years of undergrad didn't cure me of that, so nothing's going to, right?
Anyway, I did not properly understand what a ceilidh was when I bought the ticket. I thought it was a concert of Gaelic music, and since I enjoy Gaelic music, I thought it would be fantastic fun. Turns out, a ceilidh is a dance, dancing done to Gaelic music. No worries, I like dancing.
Well, I didn't know anyone there, but when the music started, I looked around, found an unattached guy, walked over and asked if he needed a partner. We joined one of the sets and had a great time. We danced together the rest of the night. The moral of the story, you actually can people are parties and dances. [Normally, I'd advice a girl that you don't meet the love of your life or, well, anyone at frat parties, but I'd hardly characterize a ceilidh as a frat party. If frats did host ceilidh's, I'd probably have gone to more frat parties as an undergrad. Said notion extends to the analogies involve strip clubs.]
I actually wanted to blog all about how fun the ceilidh was, but I basically danced until my feet wanted to die [never go to a ceilidh in heels], and by the time I got home, all I really wanted to do was get my boots off and collapse on the bed. So the blogging got a bit delayed. oops.
I used the rest of my weekend to wander through London, going to places of interest like St. Bart's hospital and the site of the old Newgate Prison, and drinking tea. All in all, it was a pretty good weekend. Let's hope this coming weekend is just as good.
