After class, Jen and I headed downtown. I wanted to get a new t-shirt or two for our Italy trip (in anticipation/hope for nicer warmer weather) and because I've worn the same 5 shirts every week for 12 weeks. We tried American Apparel (ironic, eh?) but it was a little overpriced. We took a walk down Dames Street, got some Starbucks, and then made a loop towards St. Stephen's. We went in this cute little boutique and then headed to Dunnes. I found some simple tees and a little cardigan and another top. All for 22 euro. More on my budget.
Claire met up with us, and we went to dinner at Bewley's Cafe. We had a little bit of an appetizer smörgåsbord. Bruschette, nachos (made with Doritos), Goat Cheese Pastry, and Chicken Skewers. We split those and talked about our semester and how quickly it had gone by and how much we'd seen and done and experienced and loved and grown. We then decided to make it a food crawl and head to M.J. O'Neils so Jen could get her favorite Irish stew. I ended up having some of her stew and we enjoyed a lovely evening. One of our few ones left together. :( We took the bus home, so me and Claire could get ready for the Wicked Wolf.
We took our usual 9:45 bus to Blackrock. Last week we had been disappointed by Brock's mysterious absence. We realized that this was our third to the last Thursday in Dublin, and we were anxious to celebrate in typical Thursday night fashion. We were relieved when we walked in and immediately saw Brock and also millions of Italian teenagers who we guessed were "about 12". The soccer game had just ended, and we were hoping that these children would vacate so we could take our front table. They did not. Instead, when Brock began to play his music, they began to slow dance awkwardly on the dance floor. We couldn't find a place to sit (Eugene needs to reserve a table for us) so we stood around and ended up talking to Mark, our raspy voice Canadian regular whose song selection is always the same. Gangsta's Paradise and Streets of Philadelphia.
We finally took claim on a table, and sat and watched the teenagers get down. A little too excited for only 10 pm. Brock sang his favorites... "Ain't That a Kick In the Head", "Easy like Sunday Morning", "Human". When Allistar took the stage, Stacy and I moved up front to hear him belt out "She's Like the Wind" and "You Raise Me Up". Ofcourse everyone in the bar was making the X, which I am the official originator of. The crowd was into it. Laura & Claire inched us closer and closer taking over tables while Stacy and I jammed up at the front. Brock made up for the lack of seating for us by welcoming us back after our trip to Paris. Always love the shout outs. Next up, Mark. Song choice: Gangsta's Paradise. The Italians loved this. I personally loved Brock doing his best thug dances in the background. Consensus: Mark's been practicing. Well at least practicing Gangsta's Paradise. Streets of Philadelphia, a little rough. Some guy sang "Home" by Michael Buble and that made us all sad because we are all definitely torn right now between wanting to go home and knowing that we will never get to experience this again. He followed it up with "Unanswered Prayers" a favorite of mine. Stacy and I like to believe we started the Garth Brooks trend and we swayed together. Afterwards Brock told us to tell the person next to us that we loved them. Laura, Claire, and I embraced. Naturally Stacy was telling Brock she loved him. The place started going when some of the newbies say "Mamma Mia" followed by a German mother-daughter team rendition of "Dancing Queen". Nothing but love for ABBA in Karaoke bars. The Italian teenagers were still loving on one another and on the German Daughter (I'm pretty sure she was like 26 and the guy she was dancing with was like 14). More newbies, one of whom's birthday it was. "Crazy" by Patsy Cline. The crowd loved it. Next up, "It's my Party, and I'll cry if I want to". It was our turn, "Love Shack" this week. Claire and I rocked it out, and some of the crowd danced around. Brock danced with us, using the microphone stand as a prop. Then some regulars took the stage. Two older woman, who sang "Don't Stop Me Now", like they do every week. Stacy and I danced like fools, but it was alright. Dance of choice: Feed the Chickens. That and the Aussie moves Laura taught me. Follow up, "Don't Stop Believing". There may not be a karaoke song better than that one. Belting it out. It has been the song we sing randomly, all the time, in the streets, in our rooms. We danced around, fist pumped, loved it. Another great song was played....Neil, "Sweet Caroline" complete with the whole bar singing the "Bum Bum Bum"s and fist pumping. So good, so good, so good.
Some of my other favorite songs that were sung. A good music night tonight.
1.Can You Feel the Love Tonight-Lion King. Sang by the Gentlemen of UCD Vet Medicine
2. Build Me Up Buttercup
3. Walking in Memphis-- on my top 5 favorite songs of all time list.
4. I Will Survive-- another great karaoke song
5. An Island in the Sun.-- favorite lyric "On An Island in the Sun, we'll be playing and having fun". Describes our life on the Emerald Isle.
Stacy decided she wanted to duet with Brock on Total Eclipse of the Heart. She went to talk to him, and ended up having to buy him a Coors with a promise to return the favor next week. Typical. As a reward, the end of the night song was dedicated to us. Song of choice: End of the Road. Boyz II Men. Allistar & Brock duet. To the 4 Americans and 1 Australian. (Too bad there was only 4 of us) I think Brock forgot Laura was Aussie so he just added that on. A beautiful song, belted out. We thanked Brock & Allistar. Allistar gave us all high fives. We told them about how our semester was coming to an end and that we had big plans for our last nights at the Wicked Wolf. Allistar said he would sing whatever we wanted him to. We had our usual end of the night chat with Brock, and then headed out to the street. Allistar was in a particularly good mood and had continued singing End of the Road Acapella. We obviously joined in.
When we got outside, the singing continued. From End of the Road, to Michael Jackson "You are not alone" to "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me" to "I Believe I Can Fly" to "Don't Stop Believing" to "Billie Jean". Dancing and singing on the street. Jamming out. Acapella. Priceless. A girl named Caroline introduced herself to us, and when we told her we were from Chicago and going to UCD her response to both was "F*** Off". Which she meant in the nicest way possible. More like a "No Way!!". Upon her boyfriend calling her for her to come... we broke into song, sing "Sweet Caroline". Allistar & Claire Dueted to "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and slow danced on the street. Priceless. After multiple singalongs on the street with Allistar & Mark we headed off to Supermac's, promising to see them in two weeks after Italy (which ofcourse prompted Curry & I to sing Roma-ma-ma-ma).
Supermac's was hopping. I'm pretty sure it has become the official karaoke afterhours spot. We had to wait to order, Stacy said she would give the guy "a few seconds". Standard orders. Chicken fingers & chips for Stacy (she wanted to save the 45 cents and not provide Claire with her usual Coke). Moo Moo Chocolate Shake for me. Chicken fingers for both Claire & Laura. Extra ketchup please. Stacy was too busy finding a newspaper to shove in her jacket like last time. Newspaper of choice: Accountancy. We enjoyed our meal, Curry got ketchup all over her fingers, Claire drank Laura's coke. Then Allistar walked in. More singing. Then the "Don't Stop Me Now" women came in. Stacy serenaded them. Then group sing a long of "Don't Stop Believing" in the fast food restaurant. Amazing. After lots of laughs and grease, we found a cab and made our way back to UCD.
Stacy took her usual spot in the front seat. The seat belt buzzer started going off. The driver indicated what it was. Stacy's response was "I got this under control". The driver laughed. He liked us instantly. Stacy sang Total Eclipse of the Heart to him. Then Claire & I sang Love Shack.
The driver loved us and wished us well as we got out of his cab and told us to "go straight to bed".
More singing on the way to Roebuck. Stacy playing the drums with her newspaper and a bush. Perhaps another quote worth mentioning. "Brock is like a dog. Allistar is like a cat". While her analogy made sense about how Allistar took a little longer to love us made sense, the initial statement out of Stacy's mouth was fantastic. Bid farewell and heading to bed laughing.
Favorite moments of the night
.Brock making fun of Allistar's hair
.Brock dancing and using the microphone stand
.Singalongs on the street
.Getting everyone in Supermac's Singing
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