It has been a crazy 3 days since my last post. Monday started with class in the morning and the return of our first test grades. Not so good on this front. An 84! Awful, awful grade. I tell you Celtic Thunder has made me a bad college student. I spend time online chatting with my Thunderhead peeps instead of doing homework, and I cut class to travel to only God knows where all over this country to go to shows! I must buckle down! Anyhow, class, lunch & a quick wardrobe change, lab, then off to see Flogging Molly. Although they are American-based, the lead singer and his wife are Irish and the music is completely Irish influenced.
Flogging Molly though, is not traditional music. They are more like hard-core Irish punk. Cut to me dressed in black leggings, a plaid skirt, tank top, in the middle of the most insane crowd I've ever been in. The venue is not a large one and there had to be at lease 1,000 people in there. It was hot, sticky (hello spilled beer everywhere!), and packed with people. We started the night standing 3 people deep from the stage for the 2 warm up acts. The Architects and Frank Turner who, as he told us many times is from Winchester in England. Both were fabulous. When Flogging Molly took the stage, the scene that ensued was pure madness! The entire front half of the venue turned into a mosh pit. Trying to keep track of my friends was a near impossible task, as was holding onto my shoes and remaining upright! No drinking involved on my part mind you. My best friend surprised me by showing up (in a Guinness shirt. Jealous? I think so :P ) with her "sister" and boyfriend in tow. This boyfriend I must say, I like. He seems like a decent and respectable young lad, who will treat her well. I just hope she doesn't push him away and screw it all up. It was a good thing she brought him along though. There was some serious male bonding going on between him and the two guys from school who I went with. It's funny how guys do that where there is something "manly" going on. In this case it was hard-core Irish punk music. The two guys I rode up with reminded me of puppies as we were waiting for the show to start. You could practically see their tails wagging in excitement, and they were literally jumping up and down. It was quite adorable, and must be a similar look I have when getting ready for a Celtic Thunder show to begin.
I don't think I could hear properly for 24 hours after the show. The silence being the first thing I noticed after collapsing into bed that night...erm...well, morning. It was even more difficult to get up for class Tuesday and take an exam. Which I found out today I passed!!! Very grateful there as I did exactly zero studying. Oops. Today's email brought confirmation from Duke that my application is being processed. This is the worst part this hurry up and wait stuff. It's killer already and it's going to last at least another 1-3 months. There will be plenty to keep me occupied though. The schoolwork never stops, and now I'm looking at applying for a part-time job. Let's hope I can do it all. I need money for the fall Celtic Thunder tour!
Well, it's now time to run off to karate & cardio. Have a great one!
Peace,
Elina
This posts' picture is from someplace in Co. Tyrone I believe.
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