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how to eat chinese food like the Irish.
Jul. 8th, 2005 04:25 pmHave you ever been to a chinese restaurant with a table full of people from Belfast?
It's pretty freaking funny.
Last night's Midsummer Night's Swing was another one of those crazy meet-some-random-great-people nights that only seems to happen in New York.
My sister failed to show to partner me for last night's irish social dances. After being tossed around to the point of nausea and having my feet cromped on by a few less-than-ept leads, and I was about to throw the night up for lost, a hero pulled me out of the myre with the simple question of, "We only have 7. Do you want to come be our 8th?"
And thus, Jeremy brought me in, and TEAM CLUSTERFUCK was born! The other 7 people Jeremy happened to be with turned out to be 4 other friends from Belfast, some hanger-on friends from here, all of whom happen to be 100% AWESOME.
waiting for the dance to start
For things like Irish night, they have like 1 1/2 hours of dance, then there is an intermission while the band takes a break, where they usually have a local Irish Dance school perform exhibition [this year, it wasn't mine, but I knew a few of the girls from competition, so that was nice!]. Directly following the dancers, the emcee announced that they were going to have a Balladier contest {a singer of irish songs-- usually sad ones}, and audience members were encouraged to sign up.
I was standing with the the rest of my team, watching the contest, when Jeremy turns around, makes a motion like he sees somebody he knows, says "I'll be right back!", and goes somewhere in the back of the dance floor. He's gone for about 10 minutes, when all of a sudden the emcee says, "And now a last minute entry - Jeremy C*****!" . And his entired group of friends are just hysterically laughing and marveling at his ballsyness.
"...and now I'd like to sing a song that I learned back home in Belfast. This one is dedicated to my friends, who had no idea that I was going to do this."
And then, of course, we screamed our asses off. The rest of the night, every girl in the place was swooning over him. It was the funniest thing I ever saw.
Post dancing, we went to the only place that was still serving - Ollie's Chinese, where everybody proceeded to down chinese beer and dumplings. What an entertaining time!
I'll hang with that bunch o' mugs any day.
It's pretty freaking funny.
Last night's Midsummer Night's Swing was another one of those crazy meet-some-random-great-people nights that only seems to happen in New York.
My sister failed to show to partner me for last night's irish social dances. After being tossed around to the point of nausea and having my feet cromped on by a few less-than-ept leads, and I was about to throw the night up for lost, a hero pulled me out of the myre with the simple question of, "We only have 7. Do you want to come be our 8th?"
And thus, Jeremy brought me in, and TEAM CLUSTERFUCK was born! The other 7 people Jeremy happened to be with turned out to be 4 other friends from Belfast, some hanger-on friends from here, all of whom happen to be 100% AWESOME.
waiting for the dance to start
For things like Irish night, they have like 1 1/2 hours of dance, then there is an intermission while the band takes a break, where they usually have a local Irish Dance school perform exhibition [this year, it wasn't mine, but I knew a few of the girls from competition, so that was nice!]. Directly following the dancers, the emcee announced that they were going to have a Balladier contest {a singer of irish songs-- usually sad ones}, and audience members were encouraged to sign up.
I was standing with the the rest of my team, watching the contest, when Jeremy turns around, makes a motion like he sees somebody he knows, says "I'll be right back!", and goes somewhere in the back of the dance floor. He's gone for about 10 minutes, when all of a sudden the emcee says, "And now a last minute entry - Jeremy C*****!" . And his entired group of friends are just hysterically laughing and marveling at his ballsyness.
"...and now I'd like to sing a song that I learned back home in Belfast. This one is dedicated to my friends, who had no idea that I was going to do this."
And then, of course, we screamed our asses off. The rest of the night, every girl in the place was swooning over him. It was the funniest thing I ever saw.
Post dancing, we went to the only place that was still serving - Ollie's Chinese, where everybody proceeded to down chinese beer and dumplings. What an entertaining time!
I'll hang with that bunch o' mugs any day.
