A facebook update, probably and credit expense, and off i went.
WOOSH, EEE GHATS NO, REAL SUNSHINE! Hot sunshine, warm sunshine, shocking shocking sunshine!
I popped into the no-longer gender-confused former Centra now Spar, and bought a Spar brand Cola for 82 cent.
Off to campus. The glim hope that some Society Friends would be around. I texted Boop regarding the Society Help-a-thon that Lenn had emailed about the previous week but no word. A facebook message to Apollo to, but also no word.
So Campus, sunshine! I popped into the computers briefly and then gave up, i had nothing to do.
I had an apology text from Chaterbox after we hadn't run into each other. I didnt invite her to lunch as i now had an idea of what to do.
READING!
On a bench infront of the Library, the long Library, the book of Kells venus tourist trap. I sat in the sun beside a Spanish tourist reading a map and a sneezing yank on a near-by bench reading.
Sal Paradise was on his way from New York to New Orleans in a mad dash.
I was sitting in great alien weather in the heart of Dublin.
It was getting a bit much. My sleeves were rolled up, and the sun kept dissapearing behind clouds! When the clouds preveiled it was cold and moderate, when the sun was out it was Tropical, sunshine tingles on my exposed skin and too warm. So on with my cap. My Emergency Purchase in Sydney to save my scalp, tourist cap. A cap with AUSTRALIA and a kangaroo on it. To say it was out of place in Ireland is an understatement! But to save me from the discomfert of good weather i needed it!
After about an hour of reading i decided to head back.
But i was still intent on going to the Society thing that evening, so economically speaking i had to consider lunch and fluid supplies.
Burger King was out of the question, now 3.95 for the recession buster, not 3.50!
Londis BLT for 1.82, it will have to do!
That left some money, M&S!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh you bastion of middle class consumerism, how i love thee!
Down the stairs i saw all manor of money, i mean people. Business folk, office folk, girls shopping, college students, and Yummy Mummy's, all going about their Middle Class Lunch's, oh how quaint, how familiar, how old hat. I've long lost this fix, living in the bog. Drogheda has no such experiance. After all you can't have the same level of greatness when buying a Toffee-Pecan Mirangue Rulade when you have African's and culchies on the till. You can slap a uniform on them and stick it in a more deserted more centralised shopping center but M&S Laurence Center, Drogheda, is no M&S Grafton Street!
Oh no. For one it doesn't have the lunch counter, full of health foods, smoothies, wraps, sandwich's, and boxed fresh salads.
The Drinks fridge. The cheapest drink? A can of crazy fruit flavours, no thanks.
Cheapest smoothie, 1.70, flavours, Banana and blueberry, SOLD!
So in the queue to pay for this wonderful little drink i heard this story from the group of girls infront of me.
Drummy 1: Guess who i saw the other day.
Drummy 2: Who.
Drummy 1: Well not saw, he waved to me.
Yank 1: What are you on about.
Drummy 1: Pierse Morgan, he waved to me, he's much taller in person.
Drummy 2: Goway out of that.
Drummy 1: No i did, he's really hansome in person.
Yank: Pierse Morgan *scoff*
Drummy 1: Yeah i saw him was lioke, i know him, who's that, it isn't, it's Peirse Morgan, and he was lioke with this real hot model and he heard me and waved and i lioke waved back it was mortifyin'.
Yank: But handsome Pierse Morgan?
Drummy 1: Yeah he's really hansome, and SO much taller than on the telly.
I couldn't help but smile. I payed 1.70 to the girl at the counter who had ignored the whole thing.
I also drooled at the sight of the honey glased roast ham steaming under the Snot Gaurd, i wanted some so bad!
In the window of one of THOSE shops i saw this rather strange ensamble:
Now i get the bag, the top, even the scarf, but the 2nd colour to the scarf and the bear balaclava? What were they thinking!
I'd go gay just to slag that outfit, seriously!
I saw this on a lamp post:
Moobgate has come full circle and been included in anti-Lisbon campaign's, Noice one!
A man play spoons by the slapper:
Some homeless people doing their once a week big poem and plea with Simpsons characters, there's more of them every time they do it!
Me in a "duck-bill" mask, learning how to try them on for size.
For Reference sake this is what Daisy's haircut is like:
A odd sight outside of the my College building on D'Olier Street.
Three reveler's returning from "The picnic" with enough luggage for ten people. Madness.
They seemed to be making sure they had everything. Considering this was D'Olier street they had to have gotten there by bus, and mainly only Dublin bus stops there, so i'm wondering:
How they got on a bus with all this stuff.
How do they have so much.
Why were they checking if they had everything, surely it was all you could fit ON A BUS.
Were there more of them or was this all of their stuff?
How did they expect to move it all?
Bizarre.
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