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.
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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.
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
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