Great news! Irish healthcare only covers emergency room visits! So the teeth cleaning I have been looking forward to for 9 months....is costing me €90! And the doctor's checkup will cost €150! SWEET!
I'm totally going to the emergency room for a teeth cleaning.
But hey! I have something to share.
The owner of the pub by my apartment has witnessed a slow in business. The pub, The Rockfield Lounge, is between the Luas (Dublin tram) stop and my flat. It seems to be on a busy corner, but evidently it's not busy enough to keep the tap flowing and the cash register ringing.
The pubkeep, you see, has resorted to, for lack of a better word, "creative" tactics for luring in business and attracting passersby.
By what means? Oh, these means: He placed a life-sized Freddie Kreuger statue in his front window with two cans of Guinness in his hands.
By day, it's hilarious. It's totally out of season, scares kids, and Freddie holding a can of the black stuff is really, REALLY funny to look at.
But if that thing catches me offguard walking home at night one more time, I swear to God I'm going in and kicking that stupid vinyl mess in the teeth.
Walking up the darkened stairs of the Luas platform at night puts a gal on guard. You start to think "predator", you start to do pointless things like pinning your purse to your body with your elbow (like an elbow ever deterred a theif). You grab your keys and let them jut out between your knuckles, a kind of dulled, pathetic version of Wolverine.
Then you round the quiet corner and the spotlight catches half-drunk Freddie just the right way, hand up, eyes shining, slightly dusty Guinness can raised in glory.
Every single time I jump like a spooked cat! I jump straight up like a baby lamb. By the time I realize what I've jumped at, the damage is already done, and someone is coming up the platform stairs behind me, snikering to themselves, I'm sure.
I am so tired of that jerk.
Anyway, the Rose of Tralee festival ends tonight, wherein the prettiest girl in Ireland is chosen. The festival was inspired by a 1900's song about Mary, the prettiest girl in the city of Tralee. Today it's spread to a contest on a global scale--as long as you've got citizenship, you can compete. Well, there's also a "regional" festival for just girls in Ireland...but no one really cares about actual girls from Tralee anymore, apparently. Tralee, Indiana, however...now we're talkin!
Here's the Kerry rose...She's not that hot. But in her defense, Kerry is like 100% farm. She'd look nice in Wellies and coveralls.
But I have to root for her. If not her, then who? Philadelphia rose?
I'm totally going to the emergency room for a teeth cleaning.
But hey! I have something to share.
The owner of the pub by my apartment has witnessed a slow in business. The pub, The Rockfield Lounge, is between the Luas (Dublin tram) stop and my flat. It seems to be on a busy corner, but evidently it's not busy enough to keep the tap flowing and the cash register ringing.
The pubkeep, you see, has resorted to, for lack of a better word, "creative" tactics for luring in business and attracting passersby.
By what means? Oh, these means: He placed a life-sized Freddie Kreuger statue in his front window with two cans of Guinness in his hands.
By day, it's hilarious. It's totally out of season, scares kids, and Freddie holding a can of the black stuff is really, REALLY funny to look at.
But if that thing catches me offguard walking home at night one more time, I swear to God I'm going in and kicking that stupid vinyl mess in the teeth.
Walking up the darkened stairs of the Luas platform at night puts a gal on guard. You start to think "predator", you start to do pointless things like pinning your purse to your body with your elbow (like an elbow ever deterred a theif). You grab your keys and let them jut out between your knuckles, a kind of dulled, pathetic version of Wolverine.
Then you round the quiet corner and the spotlight catches half-drunk Freddie just the right way, hand up, eyes shining, slightly dusty Guinness can raised in glory.
Every single time I jump like a spooked cat! I jump straight up like a baby lamb. By the time I realize what I've jumped at, the damage is already done, and someone is coming up the platform stairs behind me, snikering to themselves, I'm sure.
I am so tired of that jerk.
Anyway, the Rose of Tralee festival ends tonight, wherein the prettiest girl in Ireland is chosen. The festival was inspired by a 1900's song about Mary, the prettiest girl in the city of Tralee. Today it's spread to a contest on a global scale--as long as you've got citizenship, you can compete. Well, there's also a "regional" festival for just girls in Ireland...but no one really cares about actual girls from Tralee anymore, apparently. Tralee, Indiana, however...now we're talkin!
Here's the Kerry rose...She's not that hot. But in her defense, Kerry is like 100% farm. She'd look nice in Wellies and coveralls.
But I have to root for her. If not her, then who? Philadelphia rose?
Nice glamour shot, Phillie roll. This looks like a pic posted on match.com.Anyway, have a good Tuesday! Only 2mos, 17days til I'm home for Amber's and Kevin's wedding!
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