I love that people, when they pass by a church, make the sign of the cross. It’s not just the old ladies either; I’ve seen teenage boys with their friends do it on the bus while talking about football.
There is a girl who rides my bus in the morning. I watched a guy watch her the other day. He was trying to be so sly… but failed miserably. The reason he was watching her is because she has long blonde hair and wears little shirts so you see her stomach. That’s it. Blonde hair and visible flesh. He wasn’t paying attention to the fact that her hair is so over processed it resembles the fur on a cheap stuffed animal. He wasn’t paying attention to the fact that her “sexy” little hip huggers trousers are 1- Too Tight, thus making her bulge out over the sides and front 2- Dirty, because she wears them every day. Every Day. And 3- Shredded Into Oblivion around the hem because they are far too long for her and they drag on the street every day. Every Day. That seems to be a fad here due to the increased popularity of flat ballet slippers and the like. I often see women walking around with great suits only to look down and see the hem trudging thru the muck of the street. Drives me crazy…
No two Irish accents are alike, much like Texas. I think people just make them up as they go along.
Texting? Still not my strong suit. And it gets harder when you’ve had a few pints. For me anyway.
The only good service you can expect is at the American coffee shop, where I spent too much time. Everyone on the staff knows me on sight.
New Town Centre = Mall.
There are only 2 bus routes thru my neighbourhood and they are consistently unreliable. They show up late, or early, or not at all, but never on time. It would appear all of Dublin knows this, whether they ride it or not. The 2 and the 3 are Notorious.
The tourists have arrived en force. I know this because one morning I ran into a wooden planter filled with bright pretty flowers several tiers high. Smacked right into it and then noticed they now take up residence all over the city, particularly the pedestrian areas. I also know it is high tourist season because it took me a full 10 minutes to walk the 2 minutes down Grafton Street one fine Saturday afternoon.
Amiee Mann just played a concert here and was quoted as saying “I’ve never seen so many pools of vomit before”. Ah, Temple Bar at it’s finest.
Dublin is spoiled for concert choices. Playing this summer: U2, Green Day, Destiny’s Child, Brian Wilson, Meatloaf (the hell?), Scissor Sisters, Franz Ferdinand, Maroon 5, Anastasia, Sonic Youth, Kraftwerk, Foo Fighters, the 70 bands that played in the Electric Picnic and Oxygen Festivals, Eminem, 50 Cent, Amiee Mann, the list is endless… and yet, tickets start at €50 ($65) for each and every concert.
Every Irish person I know has a better tan than I do.
When I take the train, or the bus, it is largely a silent experience. When I’m on the LUAS (light rail system) however, it’s Chatty Cathy Central. Maybe because it’s more expensive??
Architects for some reason seem to think that team meetings are best held at 5:30 on Friday. Sigh…
1 comment:
Pretty cool. Seems like you need to give the dragging hem a shot and see what the big deal with it is. I have a couple of pants that do that and it doesn't seem to bother me. Sometimes I don't even realize it until I get home (already knowing that my pants are too long before I put them on). (:oP)>
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