Today was an odd day at work. None of our bosses were there, and there really wasn't very much to do. Therefore, we all had a very in-depth discussion on sexuality, race, globalisation, and literally anything else you can think of. Then I stumbled...a lot. I found a good Huffington Post page on grilling anything safely and really neat Marvel Minimalist Posters (superheroes!).
After work, Nicole (another one of my fellow interns) and I went to a book store across from Trinity. So many Irish history books. I was in Irish history heaven. I got one on the Troubles (shocker) and then I found Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, so I finally purchased that too. We went to Starbucks afterwards and read for a little bit, until I had to go meet Paul at the Spire.
However, instead of taking the 16 into City Centre like a normal person, he decided to take the Airlink bus and was an hour late. So I stood next to the Spire reading Fear and Loathing for a half hour until I decided to walk around Henry St. for a little bit and wander into Mark and Spencers. I bought raspberries and salad, because today at lunch, I found that raspberries on salad is delicious. Paul has told me that that's crazy, but that's OK.
Once he finally arrived, we took a bus back to my apartment. When Paul met my housemate Kari, after introducing himself, he promptly called her an imbecile because she was watching Geordie Shore (the English, apparently worse, version of Jersey Shore). Always making good introductions, that one.
We went to Wagamama for dinner, asked for a kids menu with crayons, and became friends with our waitress. After staying there for much longer than we needed to, we went to the Porterhouse for 2€ off drinks. We then went to various traditional Irish music pubs (at one the singer told Paul he screamed like a girl), but I wanted to go back early, because I am so tired (when I am tired, I am a worthless human being). So now we're back in Shanowen, and Paul is calling me lame, but that's pretty standard fare.
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