Whoofah I've been so busy working for Mr. Iceland and completing the comic contest audition with my favourite Finn that I totally forgot to update this!
Today was the national day (Iceland day? I'm not even sure what it's called) and the entire country seems to be in a happy uproar. I went in to Reykjavik with some Norwegian girls who are staying at the inn I work at, and we went and trolled a bunch of free outdoor concerts that were TERRIBLE in the most hilarious way possible. They were all singing in Icelandic and so of course we couldn't understand a word they were saying (except where Icelandic had similar words to Norwegian or Swedish, but that wasn't nearly often enough for us to understand anything).
The first band we saw was pretty ok; we didn't catch their name, but they had something like eight members, including a trumpeter and a clarinetist! It gave them a very unusual and distinct sound, very cool, although the singer sounded a bit generic punk-rock-pop, and only the drummer seemed to be very excited about playing - although this may have been because he was sitting at the warmest part of the stage, haha!
The second band was called Joe And The Dragon, and was only two members, but...that was enough. They were just a singer and a keyboardist, and the singer came out wearing tight pleather pants and a shiny silver shirt that buttoned low at his belly and nowhere else, and the keyboardist was wearing dress pants and an open suit jacket and nothing else. They sang mostly in English, and it was the sappiest and sometimes most risque 'I love you I want you so much' songs I've ever heard, and the singer was always thrusting his hips and being overdramatic about everything - it was HILARIOUS. If they were being serious, they're the worst band I've ever heard. If they were being ironic, then oh man they were the best band I've ever heard.
The third band we watched was the one we'd really come to see, or rather the one that one of the Norwegian girls was really excited about, and it was this (apparent) teen idol named Frederick Door. From what we gathered from his music he sang generic teen idol pop songs, and I still haven't figured out if the Norwegian girl was joking when she acted so excited about him - although it was so fun to troll his concert, dancing horribly and hooting and hollering at the stage and poorly mimicking his Icelandic lyrics along with all the Icelandic teenyboppers who were so crazy about him.
After that we went to an incredible little restaurant in town and had wonderful, wonderful food - I had baked salmon with a herb-lime crust, and a lava cake and hot cocoa for dessert. The food here always sounds so pretentious on the menu, but when you get the plate in front of you it's just these wonderful large, hearty portions that you can taste the love that went into their cooking. And the COCOA. It's different at every place I've gotten it, but as a rule it's thicker and more bitter than in the US, and I don't have a problem with that at ALL. But I'll cut myself off before I go on a rant about how much I love the food here.
Oh, I lied, one more food thing - I tried Skyr for the first time the other day. It's sort of like super-thick yogurt, and it's DELICIOUS.
It's getting late here now and the sun still hasn't gone down; I don't think I'll ever get used to that. But I'll leave talking about that and how pretty it is here for another day.
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