Dear Memory,
It was a good weekend. After such a great Friday it was hard for things to go up, but I must say, things were still good.
Saturday I slept in. Sleeping in is wonderful, isn’t it? We didn’t have any set plans so we headed into the city. Dawson St has a fantastic Costa Coffee location and several good bookstores. We read most of our article for Monday while at Costa. There was also a pretty cute man sitting near us. He had a bit of a buzz cutt but with intense and fantastic features as he had, it was good. Sort of like a Zidane. I did some shopping at Avoca, I really like that place. I bought a few great things which I’m pretty excited about.
For dinner we decided to go to Irie Cafe. Last year we also went to Irie’s Temple Bar location and I had French toast. As I sometimes am, I was in a grouchy mood and not happy about the thickness of the eggs on my French toast. The French toast I had known was sweet and you could barely tell eggs were involved. But this French toast practically had scrambled eggs stuck to it. After I got over being angry that the French toast wasn’t what I was used to, I loved it. I mean, I loved it so much I’ve been wanting it ever since. However, I was allured by the wrap and hot chips combo. I love hot chips. I’ll just have to go back to Irie this week, that’s all.
In a moment of not wanting to make a decision and forcing Danielle to, we decided to be irresponsible with our money and see another movie. It was 6 and The Hangover was playing at 6:20 on O’Connell St. Perfect. We grabbed a water and some chocolates on the way. The Hangover was actually not as vulgar as I expected. The “ruh-tard” moment was fantastic. I was craking up for most of it.
We also enjoyed a very entertaining bus stop wait. Across the street we watched some people get into a fight. Then in the Burger King behind us we heard constant loud screams, somewhat lighthearted, but screams and yells nontheless. About five cops showed up and eventually the man who was having a fit on the floor of Burger King was being questioned. He looked a bit sleezy. Around this time two of the people from the fight came over and were talking to the cops then went off with them in a van. The sleezies stick together I guess.
After going to the movies two nights in a row, Danielle and I have had the “Let’s all go to the lobby…” song Coke commercial/pre movie courtesy check stuck in our heads. Want it stuck in yours, you can replace “lobby” with countless phrases:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQ9pqxP1EmI
Sunday was the day for crepes from Lemon. Egg and cheese crepe. Also, let it be known Danielle did not finish her meal, but I did finish it for her. Role reversal. The hurling match was great. A really cute old man kept checking on us to make sure we weren’t getting rained on and letting us know we could move back. I stupidly didn’t look up anything about hurling before the match. Watching the minor final first helped me pick up a bit of the rules, etc. The senior final was great to watch. Much prefer this kind of sport to a basketball or baseball or American football.
Hurling was followed by Beshoff’s where we made a mess with salt and vinegar while trying to make the mediocre hot chips taste better. McDonald’s was good for a Crunchie McFlurry before heading home.
It’s Monday now? Well, now it’s Tuesday because my internet wasn’t working last night. That’s strange. Sunday night I read about Parnell (and watched the House Bunny) and yesterday we went to Parnell’s house. Also, we had lunch at Powerscort. Two good things: I had a delicious scone. And I always find it enjoyable to revisit somewhere I have visited before. Last year when we were in Dublin we took a little afternoon trip to the Powerscort Gardens and I had lunch overlooking the very same place.
Danielle and I went back to a really great bookstore yesterday and managed to talk ourselves out of buying anything. We sorta have a light weight limit for the Paris leg of the trip. However, we did get a good portion of tomorrow’s article read. I also had a large soya cappucino. The cup was just huge and inviting and the cocoa powder in the shape of coffee beans lured me in. I’ve been paying for that large choice since then. Bewley’s became the choice for dinner. Danielle finished her cheese pizza before I ate two slices of mine. However, mine being a lamb/feta/tzatziki sauce/rocket pizza made for a much harder to eat pizza. Also, I was enjoying the fact that two cute guys sat down in front of me to my right, so I had to be somewhat graceful in the way I ate my messy food.
Today we headed into Northern Ireland for the Ulster American Folk Park, which focused on Irish emigration from Ulster to the US. The most interesting of the places we’ve visitied. The early rise and the long bus ride were a little less enjoyable. However, I did get to listen to a few Hamish and Andy podcasts, a Status podcast, and some good playlists… while daydreaming and dozing off randomly. There were green fields all around on the drive and that was delightful as well.
Sarah’s here now though. We at dinner at Bad Ass followed by Queen of Tarts for dessert. Oh so good.
What am I learning?
I’m just as selfish as I was as a fat child who didn’t like to share M&Ms. My sister used to tell me the M&M factory was not going out of business and it was okay if I let her have some, but in a more forceful way probably. I still have some of that in me. I know what it’s like to be generous and I have a mother who has been nothing but generous to me and countless people who could testify this very fact. But I know full well what it’s like for people to take advantage of that generosity, and I’m therefore constantly trying to find a balance of trusting but trusting wisely. Sometimes, I just don’t want to be giving or lending (not just money) to those people who seems to barely take care of their own things, far less borrowed things. Oh humans. Oh me.
Yesterday’s article was about Irish emmigration. Despite it being a longer article, I enjoyed it and thought it was pretty interesting. Kids were growing up in Ireland to prepare to leave, not just during the famine either. I hadn’t thought of Ireland in that way. “At least eight million men, women, and children emigrated between 1801 and 1921, a number equal to the entire Irish population at its peak, just before the Great Famine.” It was nice to discuss the article with Danielle over last night’s dinner.2
I’d also like to be learning what you do after eye contact with a man. So far, I’ve had Rana the middle aged man from the plane ask for my number and some guy walk alongside me with his umbrella and try to sweet talk it. But when it comes to guys I find attractive, I’m lost on how to act in flirtatious way? That sounds more along the lines of what I’m not trying to get across. Some days I don’t care and figure if something’s ever going to happen, it’s just going to have to take the man stepping the hell up to make it happen. Hm, you know, I think I’ll stick with that. I’m no good at playing games with people anyways.
Sorry this is long, Memory. But that’s what happens when you forgoet to remind me to update regularly. Then I sit down and wonder “What is it that I’ve been doing?”. And I know what I’ve been eating because there’s photo documentation of all of that. But what have I been doing? What have I been thinking and learning? Who else have I added to the bus? More on that bus later.
Tags: Selfish
