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what a crazy week last week was. This week will only be better because I don't have anywhere to run to just before or after my teaching- though they do have me doing 4 hours in the morning, an hour and a half midafternoon plus two in the evenings. But I have no appointmenty things, so no dashing to and fro around the city- I could probably just spend all day at work if I wanted to. Or if I need to get somewhere, I can stroll rather than dash. And my birthday falls midweek- I should make cupcakes from that mix I bought ages ago and bring those in. Hmm. I also need to make plans in terms of celebration. Probably it'll be something on the Saturday night, cause D has another party to go to Friday and I have no preference of date.
So Trinity Ball was fantastic. D and I ate Thai food on the north side that was priced about 6 euro less than I'd expect from a Dublin restaurant, and tasted just so. The flavors were mostly too strong, which is fine if you think about it. Off to the hotel for drinks with ling people to learn that birthday girl Louise got engaged last week, and then it was ballwards. They had crazy flags up on all sides of front square and colored lights shining on all the buildings, drunk food stands everywhere and a couple of bars with one type of beer, two types of liquor, and three types of mixers, huge tents (most of which I didn't go in), some "silent disco" where everyone danced with headphones...
I kept getting plied with drink so I don't remember many details. We did see Mark Ronson and spend most of the night hanging with Sarah and a friend of hers who offered us some sort of pill. I don't remember meeting up with the TCD kayakers as D wanted to do, but I remember him trying to contact any of them and not succeeding- so we discussed that we were freed from that responsibility.
My left big toe was trampled all night, and one final stomp broke me to tears as we walked out the front entrance at the end of the night. That opened the floodgates for some Avi-broke-my-self-confidence sobs that D talked me through. (The next day he told me not to like him any specialer for how well he dealt with it since he's had peer counseling training. Apparently some girl fell head over heels just because of that. I told him I'd be sure to only like him for other reasons.)
We got home at 7am, slept until 10, ate, slept again from 2-3, had Burger King (the Angry Whopper is... tasty, for BK), and I found I'd missed the farmers' market by the time i got there just around 5. Anyway it's one place I didn't spend money. I may be expecting a huge check on the 30th, but that is still 19 days away.
I prob have all the veg I need for the week, anyway, just in this massive lasagna I made with Candice tonight. See we had Friday plans to cancel the Thai reservation and go do a potluck at Sarah's place on campus, until Mark reminded me that those rooms would be pre-ball hardcore searched for harboring non-residents starting just at the time Sarah suggested we have dinner. So I made a lasagna with Candice tonight instead. She told me about her holiday in the UK and I told her about the latest Aviscapades as well as things with D.
That's that, really. Oh, that and Candice and her roommate are looking to move somewhere new, so we decided that those two should team up with me and Karolina and we all live together somewhere. Found a brilliant-sounding place in Ringsend, which is about 8 minutes' walk from where I am now, for 537 a person a month. I shouldn't say anything more for fear of cursing it- but no one's agreed to anything yet. The respective other halves haven't even been notified of the idea Candice and I had.
Today I went looking for a bra to wear under this blue dress I bought when Ash & Maggie were in town- it dips lower than all my bras except the crazy push-up. I went to a bra store whose fitting rooms were closed (I'll go back during the week), then to Dunnes where I found cute jeans for 10 euro, then to M&S whose bras all lack any sort of support but I did find SHOES WIDE ENOUGH FOR ME. In Ireland. Cute shoes. Sandaly things. M&S have finally figured out that not everyone in the British Isles has narrow feet! They look like this: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41yKpiTCOBL._SX280_SH35_.jpg I'm going to wear them tomorrow because they really do feel like I could spend all day in them.
With that, it's 1am and I need to get up around 7, 7:30. I'm going to bed.
So Trinity Ball was fantastic. D and I ate Thai food on the north side that was priced about 6 euro less than I'd expect from a Dublin restaurant, and tasted just so. The flavors were mostly too strong, which is fine if you think about it. Off to the hotel for drinks with ling people to learn that birthday girl Louise got engaged last week, and then it was ballwards. They had crazy flags up on all sides of front square and colored lights shining on all the buildings, drunk food stands everywhere and a couple of bars with one type of beer, two types of liquor, and three types of mixers, huge tents (most of which I didn't go in), some "silent disco" where everyone danced with headphones...
I kept getting plied with drink so I don't remember many details. We did see Mark Ronson and spend most of the night hanging with Sarah and a friend of hers who offered us some sort of pill. I don't remember meeting up with the TCD kayakers as D wanted to do, but I remember him trying to contact any of them and not succeeding- so we discussed that we were freed from that responsibility.
My left big toe was trampled all night, and one final stomp broke me to tears as we walked out the front entrance at the end of the night. That opened the floodgates for some Avi-broke-my-self-confidence sobs that D talked me through. (The next day he told me not to like him any specialer for how well he dealt with it since he's had peer counseling training. Apparently some girl fell head over heels just because of that. I told him I'd be sure to only like him for other reasons.)
We got home at 7am, slept until 10, ate, slept again from 2-3, had Burger King (the Angry Whopper is... tasty, for BK), and I found I'd missed the farmers' market by the time i got there just around 5. Anyway it's one place I didn't spend money. I may be expecting a huge check on the 30th, but that is still 19 days away.
I prob have all the veg I need for the week, anyway, just in this massive lasagna I made with Candice tonight. See we had Friday plans to cancel the Thai reservation and go do a potluck at Sarah's place on campus, until Mark reminded me that those rooms would be pre-ball hardcore searched for harboring non-residents starting just at the time Sarah suggested we have dinner. So I made a lasagna with Candice tonight instead. She told me about her holiday in the UK and I told her about the latest Aviscapades as well as things with D.
That's that, really. Oh, that and Candice and her roommate are looking to move somewhere new, so we decided that those two should team up with me and Karolina and we all live together somewhere. Found a brilliant-sounding place in Ringsend, which is about 8 minutes' walk from where I am now, for 537 a person a month. I shouldn't say anything more for fear of cursing it- but no one's agreed to anything yet. The respective other halves haven't even been notified of the idea Candice and I had.
Today I went looking for a bra to wear under this blue dress I bought when Ash & Maggie were in town- it dips lower than all my bras except the crazy push-up. I went to a bra store whose fitting rooms were closed (I'll go back during the week), then to Dunnes where I found cute jeans for 10 euro, then to M&S whose bras all lack any sort of support but I did find SHOES WIDE ENOUGH FOR ME. In Ireland. Cute shoes. Sandaly things. M&S have finally figured out that not everyone in the British Isles has narrow feet! They look like this: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41yKpiTCOBL._SX280_SH35_.jpg I'm going to wear them tomorrow because they really do feel like I could spend all day in them.
With that, it's 1am and I need to get up around 7, 7:30. I'm going to bed.