"Valentine's day is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap one day a year. "
"So James, I don't know if spouting off lines from movies, in this case Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless has worked with your past girlfriends, but I am not impressed by your recall memory."
"Well, just because I didn't come up with the quote doesn't mean I don't agree with it."
"Your own words should be your own my love."
"Well Ms. Albrecht, what do you think? We haven't really talked much about our plans for satuday, do you expect me to roll out the red carpet for you because saturday happens to be Valentine's day?"
"I thought we could go to Mariah's for dinner, nothing too extraordinary, but I did count on a nice dinner with my boyfriend, is that too much to ask?"
"Well, no of course not, but I am almost of the opinion that we should boycott nice dinner places and just do an intimate thing here at the apartment. I guarantee it can be fun."
"James, you are a guy so maybe it is a genetic kind of a thing, but we girls, we like going out to nice places for dinner on Valentine's day, I'll call Mariah's and make a reservation."
"No no, I really want to implement this idea...I want us to boycott all the places that pander to and count on people like us to spend a fortune in their overpriced confines on Valentine's day. I would like very much to embrace something different, and what, does a nice dinner here with me not sound appealing to you?"
"I want to go to Mariah's, I want flowers, I want See's Candies, sweetheart I have not looked forward to a Valentine's day for quite some time, can't we just do the normal thing and save the boycott for next year?"
"Albrecht, this country, our economy and our infastructure has gotten wildly out of whack because of your kind of thinking. We need to be innovative, we need to avoid being passive and non-creative, so we will do something special cause I love you, but I will not go anywhere for dinner except the kitchen."
"Oh my god, you turn everything into some dramatic ploy for attention. Well, fine, fine, we can do it here, you win, but I want you to know how ridiculous I think you are."
"Well a least you have agreed. Albrecht, I want you to re-watch the movie American Psycho, because I am convinced that as they say in the film, there really are no girls with good personalities. So, I expect you to be wearing something incredibly sumptous on saturday and I don't care if you are on your period, I'll be seeing red all night if that is the case."
Monday, February 16, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Guest of the Leprechaun
My first, and admittedly obvious observation about Ireland is that it truly is as green as advertised. Here, at the University of Limerick, everything is seemingly swaped in a cascade of green and even more green. Now, I will be the first to say that it annoys me in an amazing way when one of my relatives starts telling me about how green some place to which they recently have traveled really was. My aunt Laurie and her husband Hugh just got back from Peru, and at a dinner party they kept raving about how green everything was in the country. My grandmother went on a cruise through the Greek Islands and she came back ranting about the lovely green of Santorini and Crete. I get it, there is a lot of green in this world. Isn't that obvious from simply LOOKING at a globe?
This is what is racing through my super-critical head as I travel on the walkway which leads from the University's section of student housing to the main cafeteria in the center of the campus. The grass on either side of the walkway is of course green and it looks as if it may extend all the way to the Thames; there is no end in sight.
It takes me a couple of minutes to walk to the cafeteria, which turns out to be a bar, series of tables and benches and I am tempted to say that the place looks more like a picnic area than anything else. I notice a group of girls sitting at one of the tables and they are staring at me; I am clearly not from around here.
I walk inside this 'on campus bar' and the bartender looks at me and smirks when he sees my t-shirt. It is a shirt dedicated to, "The Boondock Saints," and it has a quote from the film, pictures of the two main characters and a couple of shamrocks plastered all over it. Choosing this shirt was perhaps a misguided choice. I order a Killkenny, which I feel like a phony for ordering cause I prefer wine to beer and I head back outside.
The girls are still at their table and one of them is looking at me in a very positive way. She is sexier than I first thought now that I can see her eyes more clearly. It is 4 o'clock, my orientation is at 6 and I am ready to make a new friend. Her eyes are green and I am in my new home.
This is what is racing through my super-critical head as I travel on the walkway which leads from the University's section of student housing to the main cafeteria in the center of the campus. The grass on either side of the walkway is of course green and it looks as if it may extend all the way to the Thames; there is no end in sight.
It takes me a couple of minutes to walk to the cafeteria, which turns out to be a bar, series of tables and benches and I am tempted to say that the place looks more like a picnic area than anything else. I notice a group of girls sitting at one of the tables and they are staring at me; I am clearly not from around here.
I walk inside this 'on campus bar' and the bartender looks at me and smirks when he sees my t-shirt. It is a shirt dedicated to, "The Boondock Saints," and it has a quote from the film, pictures of the two main characters and a couple of shamrocks plastered all over it. Choosing this shirt was perhaps a misguided choice. I order a Killkenny, which I feel like a phony for ordering cause I prefer wine to beer and I head back outside.
The girls are still at their table and one of them is looking at me in a very positive way. She is sexier than I first thought now that I can see her eyes more clearly. It is 4 o'clock, my orientation is at 6 and I am ready to make a new friend. Her eyes are green and I am in my new home.
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