Showing posts with label sober. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sober. Show all posts

Monday, March 17, 2008

Knick Knack Paddywhack

I rolled out of bed this morning, dressed myself from head to toe in mismatched shades of green, high-hoed it to Carrolls' Irish Gift Shop to purchase some of those flattering shorts with the fake arse cheeks hanging out the back (póg mo thóin scrawled across them in homage to the Oirish language) had some chugger paint shamrocks on my cheeks and forehead, climbed onto the roof of a phonebox down at College Green, heckled the Americans below as they jostled for a vantage point from which to view the parade and then hightailed it to a packed Temple Bar pub to spill Guinness, sing offensive rebel songs and drink til I fancied Burger King.

Oh no, wait...

I got up, met my brother, strolled into town to marvel at the efforts that everyone else had gone to to celebrate our national holiday and then headed to Da Pino's for a pizza (the remains of which are reheating in the oven as I type - aubergines, broccoli, pepperoni, chillies, sweet peppers and cheese). The weather was beautiful so we walked then from Dame St. out to Ringsend, following the Liffey and taking a few photographs along the way, talking through some of the things that have been going on for us over the last couple of weeks. They've been a difficult few weeks.

Back to my flat then for tea and a DVD (28 Weeks Later - terrifying, brilliant) and then another stroll, this time to Parnell St via George's Dock, where we picked up the Hurler and headed to the cinema to see Be Kind, Rewind (which was very charming, Mos Def more than making up for the annoyance that is Jack Black). We walked home again via Scruffy Murphys, where the lads had a Guinness each and I had an orange juice. I'm bursting with virtue and pizza now, and am going straight to bed before my halo slips.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Review: Last Night

I went here and then to see this. It was nice.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Traumatised

For some stupid reason I decided to go see 1408 this evening. It's utter gick, and it terrified me to boot. I listened to it more than watched, hiding my face in the safety of my balled-up coat, checking my watch every so often to see if it was nearly over. The only way to watch a horror film is at home, in daylight (but with the lights on just in case) with a cushion to cuddle, a pause button, and a happy place to retreat to should things get a little hairy. Not in a large pitch dark room full of strangers. Judgemental, sniggering strangers.

I need to quit this sober socialising. It's bad for my mental health.