Monday, February 21, 2011

Pense & Pensitivity.........

Spending quite some amount of time of public transport these days, I tend to have become increasingly pensive.......this is not helped by the fact that I have a selection of rather depressing tunes on my ipod........

So, my last trip up on the train I became once again quite pensive. And I thought about how my life had turned out, and how different it has actually turned out from the life I thought I would have by now. I thought back to my nine year old self, hating the world, thinking everybody was against me, being dramatic........and I began to think what my nine year old self would think......at the time I was sipping a cappucino, whilst munching on a granola bar on a train to my Law job in the Capital...... I very much doubt that as a nine year old I had heard of the words cappucino or granola, so I would imagine that my nine year old self would be impressed.....even at a young age I had high illusions of grandour......

Also I thought back on my week, which had been exceptionally eventful.
To start off the week there was Vagentine's Day, which would be an amazing start to any week! It also involved me drinking waaaaaaaay too much wine with my comrade reflections, staying up waaaaaaaaay too late and eating crap......best.Vagintine's.day.ever.......though this also meant that Tuesday was spent trying not to puke at work and avoiding the urge to fall asleep at my desk. This also meant that I was in bed by 8:30 Tuesday night.

Then when I thought things couldnt get any crazier, I got asked out on a date, by a real person, not just a figment of my imagination, a real live boy...............and not just a boy that was pissed as a fart, trying to grope me or lob the gob(not that there isnt anything wrong with that, some of my finest romantic moments have involved these elements)but someone who was sober, who saw me in my work clothes and not my usual PVC catsuit that I wear out at the weekend.........

And then to satisfy myself and reflection's thirst for culture we went to an awesome play on Thursday night, God of Carnage. It had one of the best puking scenes since Team America......for me, nothing says culture more than puke.
And to top it off we pooled our cents together and went for wine, which led to a very blurry walk home for me as wine plus the fact that I need to get my eyes tested does a blurry walk make.

I wish every week could be Vagentine's week......................................

Friday, February 11, 2011

Vagentines Day.......

No, that isnt a misprint, this blog post is going to be about the wonderful creation that is Vagentines Day, a day dedicated to the vagina.
Think of it, instead of spending the 14th of February feeling shit, and in fairness it doesnt matter if you are single or in a relationship Valentines Day causes untold misery(its not just me being bitter)we could spend the day honouring the vagina. And it can be celebrated by everybody, single or coupled.

Instead of Valentine's Day cards we could have Vagentine's Day knickers with heartfelt messages for the vagina. Instead of chocolates we could have chocolate sauce or instead of going out for dinner you could, ahem, eat in..........

The vagina, where life begins........ why hasnt it had a day of celebration before now?

I was going to write a blog post on Valentine's Day, a hilarious anecdote on what me and reflections were going to get up to so I didnt end up throwing myself under a bus..... which involved us drinking wine, playing strip cludeo, discussing vintage vodkas........the usual. But then, what would make the day so much better, drinking wine, playing strip cludeo AND paying homage to our lady gardens.

Also, something happened today which made me realise that life is too short to waste time being bitter about Valentine's Day......something really shite which gives u a sense of perspective, ya so I have a broken heart but there is real shit going on out there.

Ultimately, life is a cunt.

Ergo, Vagentine's Day........and the circle of life is complete.

After the really shit thing happened today I felt aged........ its the type of thing that only happens to grown ups..........I was confronted by the fact that I too am a grown up.......

And then along came Vagentine's Day........I may now be a grown up, with grown up dilemmas to face, but at heart im a waster who loves drinking until she cant feel feelings anymore and who comes up with stuff like Vagentine's Day....

Now, where does one find a tandem bike and a bottle of wine at this stage of the night?!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Vodka, водка, горілка, wódka

Hmm so this is a strange blog but here it goes...

Musings and I are refined in our love of the old vodka (see Czech and Ukrainian version in title not to mention the divine 'mother-tongue' of vodka itself) well anyway in an evening in with my parents (we're looking at homely, kind people, catholic, nothing extreme) well anyway I got bored, not in a horrible way I hope but well... it was lovely, we had a roast,(delicious) and watched a movie (Appointment with Death, love that film but have seen it a million times) and well my mother majorly disapproved of how I was drinking, now I know what you're thinking... I was drinking my weight in alcohol, or I was absolutely bahluuubahs.

Nope, nothing like that. It was, in fact, an ordinary night in the Irish parents. So I texted my good friend musings. I was so aware that if I was anywhere else I'd open another bottle but as it was, and with respect to my parents that was never (NEVER) going to happen...(catholic, very holly upstanding people) Anyway Musings and I texted about the modern complications of the economic crisis in relation to our lives etc. etc.

The result was a wonderful epiphany (what good is an epiphany if I don't begin to tell about it with a meaningless story???). My life would not be the same, would not have taken the wonderful path it had taken if it wasn't for alchmohol... yes, I spelt that correctly!

Once when we were out west, where we met, it was the nicest place, rainy, miserable, awful, its funny but I guess the memories are nothing to do with how great a place is in your memory. Vodka's great for that kind of thing! Well musings and I were out west and we have this whole life of craziness that we had out there, and it reached a moment that we realized we had to walk away. I mean we were... fun loving... anyway it turns out that Musings met someone from our past... we all have them, that kind of person you dread meeting. The kind of person who is so much more refined and kind, intelligent and well meaning and you think shit I better not see then ever again, it would be awful, they'll remember every moment... all those things I like to forget/have to forget...

Well musings met our person... and what did she do???

Declared her undying love for Musings! Yup, she told her she loved her, I like to think that we showed her how good life could be..., I mean there are the people that obey the rules and the people that drink a bottle of vodka and then try to interpret the rules...

each to his/her own... though I know which path I'm traveling!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Hmmm news... news. Well umm Daly has piles as my good friend musings has informed us already... seriously though apparently Daly didn't even think about what that sounded like... as in she's now admitted she feels like a stool and told everyone she has piles...
Yesterday Musings, the 2nd Carroll and Dempsey all went to see Tangled. Man I loved it, good ole Disney meets the Wicked musical guy (umm think he's worked for Disney forever, before wicked in fact but that's just the musical nerd in me... hahah yeah I think...The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Hunchback).
Anyway it was wonderful and before Musings and I went off for some sushi... she had never had it before... how crazy is that??? Anyway she did and she ate it all so if she didn't like it, she still didn't waste money or be impolite.
Then the weirdest thing in the world happened. It was terrifying and it shook me to the core and now well I don't know what to do. I said "wanna go for a drink?" and umm we didn't. As it happens myself and darling musings love a good drink. It's why we admire the Russians so much. Vodka has been a drink of choice for such a long time, and also when I was there I noticed that they don't stop drinking till the bottle was empty... Damn fine people those Russians.
And well I won't get into it but we have similar reasons for loving the french and their wine, also the Chileans.
Hmm I feel this isn't my writing at its best.... I'm very tired and I've been in 3 counties and I have so many reasons I mean life etc. And I haven't written in ages which I should be doing everyday, and I've been working on the theatre company sooo much which is why I'm so tired and blah blah blah the guilt of not writing. love you blog x