Tuesday, July 29, 2008

by Meaghan Aylward and Victoria Forsey

We all awoke cheerily, delighted to be rising with the sun, finally paying our long due homage to Ra. We marched valiantly to sustenance - which here refers to orange juice, nutella and cocoa pops (the more adventurous of us also opting to include chocolate yogurt in our balanced morning meal).

We then trotted buoyantly back to our most humble abodes, where many found comfort in their golden slumbers. As we awoke, we unceremoniously split into two groups, many of us choosing sightseeing, while the more cultured portion of the group recognized their duty to the ultimate cause of commercialism (shopping). The two groups then fused in the square near a certain historic McDonalds, which some senior choristers of the past may recall.

Upon arriving at the venue of our final performances, we hastily dressed into our most precious clothes and finest silks (which are more commonly known by the alias "opera costumes"). And here I might interject to note that our most beloved and admired tech crew were working on minimal sleep due to an unfortunate treasure trove of technical troubles. But I digress! We had two performances, the time before each one being riddled with sentimentality.

After the final performance we had a reception in which we mingled with two other youth groups from Ireland and England. We were greeted warmly with torrential rains upon our departure form the arts centre. We returned soggily to our mansions, many of us graced with the genius and foresight to purchase the traditional Irish dish known as "pizza".

All in all it was a glorious day, concluded by packing and showering. And then I slept.*

*Please note this line is directly from Dylan Thomas' "A Child's Christmas in Wales"