02 August 2008

I have played way too many video games for this not to be creepy as hell

That quote, said by yours truly, was in reaction to standing in the crypts beneath St. Michan's church in Dublin. I kept expecting bloody demon hand to snap out of the gated tombs and try to claw my brains out, Silent Hill-style. Don't tell the makers of that game; they might use the idea in yet another game.

I know there was some other strangely amusing thing I said today; I don't remember anymore. But wandering around Dublin was fun. It is quite trendy, as I have heard, and full of young people. Ah, now I remember. We were walking towards Grafton Street and a pack of teenagers-- the fun, smoking, wildly-haired and -tattooed kind-- and my dad says, "Mind the toughs."

Now, I know he's thirty years my senior, but I hope I remember what teeangers are like in thirty years. It was hard not to burst out laughing; these were the types I deal with-- and shove out of the way when needs be-- at shows all the time. "Toughs?" said I. "These are just kids."

And they are. Sure, noticeably more of them smoke than American kids, but really I was wholly comfortable with the crowds of people that inhabit Dublin today. Well, I mean, I hate people-- not persons or peoples, as we discussed today-- but I'm not afraid that boy with the spiky black-and-pink hair all dressed in black with the lip-, eyebrow-, and tongue-piercings and studded belt holding up waaaaay skinny jeans is going to start shit with me. I have that air of "I'll have nothing to do with you, so don't bother" about me often when I walk the sidewalks and department stores.

Which people actually take note of in European department stores! I wandered about Brown Thomas-- very chic, very swish, I am totally buy those 750 Euro Italian leather motorcycle boots when I become rich and famous-- and wasn't sprayed with perfume or asked if I could be helped or anything. And when I was finished, I walked straight out without bother from anyone.

I like that. I like Dublin. I like Ireland. But two weeks is a terrible long time. Perhaps we should've only stayed ten. I miss certain people I know, not to mention the ability to be alone. Need alone. Need space.

I am going to sleep so much on the plane until I can be back in my space.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't wait for you to come back either. Although, I'm incredibly jealous that you, my friend, get to dance around Ireland for even a day, let alone two weeks. I can't wait to see the pictures.

Kelly Joyce Neff said...

Yay for Dublin! Thank you for Brown Thomas - wasn't it a gas ;)

Kids! =) They were the same there 20-odd years ago - minus the colourful hair. Your dad said the same thing then about ten year olds smoking in the shadowy courts of the council flats near Mountjoy Square (OMG I said that on a public blog!)

gu raith maith agat!
mamai