The October Dance and Giving Raving A Chance

20/10/14

Fast forward past finding something Bollywood (the theme)-ish to wear, taking 3 buses, and managing to talk my way into the venue despite not having a ticket (#justexchangestudentthings), and BOOM:

ÁRSHÁTÍÐ!

Left: Eva
Right: Kristín
Behind the lens: Me

I met Eva at the front door, so we walked in together, then met up with Kristín and the rest of our class at our table.

While we were waiting for entertainment and food, I decided to raise morale with a group photo.

FEAST!

Dinner was a three-course meal of lobster bisque; steak, the equivalent of approximately three-fourths of a serving of vegetables (seriously, who decided to give us one spear of asparagus? It's not gourmet, dude, it's just frustrating), and chocolate mousse with some kind of Pop Rocks topping, which was actually really good.

This was some sort of non-alcoholic concoction of Sprite, juice, and presumably fairy dust. Basically it tasted like strawberry sparkling cider.

Between courses there were speeches and giveaways, plus some pre-dance dancing:

Sorry for the stills interrupting the video, but I saw no other way to take pictures and record the whole thing at simultaneously.

Next, she got some of the other students to--reluctantly--come up.

Lastly, there were these guys.

 Oh, and go check out the Árshártíð promo video that Skólafélagsins/the school society made this year. It has the president of Iceland in it (1:38)!

There was also a hashtag for people to submit photos on social media that would then be displayed on these big screens in the dining area.

 The idea was to post cute/silly photos of you and your friends at the dance or earlier in the day (each of the classes had brunch together in the morning). 

For example:

The concept deteriorated gradually, first with really silly photos...

...then animals...

 ...and then, well, I don't really know:

I chose not to focus correctly because his eyes actually stare directly into your soul.

 And then we were off to the before-party. However, that's all the pictures I got because, as the title explains, I thought attending a dance where I didn't spend the whole time taking pictures might be a nice change of pace, so I gave the coat-keeper my camera bag as well. I ran into withdrawal symptoms before I was even all the way upstairs, but I got over it.
Luckily, this time the dance was at the beginning of a long weekend. Looking forward to Jólaball!