Lingerie & Lounging Around.

Zach, the intern with the dinosaur tattoo, told me there was a ridiculous sale going on at a lingerie shop (Ann Summers) and that he planned on going, so I should join him. He doesn't have a girlfriend - he just wanted to buy it because it was on sale. I am at a loss.I stayed out until nearly half past midnight the night before because I finally had dinner with my lovely boss, Marie. We went to the Gotham Café off of Grafton Street (delicious an reasonably-priced, by the way) and followed that up with drinks at Whelan's (left). Whelan's is a big live music venue, and there are concerts upstairs every night, as far as I know. We stayed downstairs, but could hear the music anyway, which was cool since we didn't even have to pay for it. The band even played "The Weight," which was great. Marie and I both sang along and I knew I had an old soul when I knew more of the words than she did. Mission accomplished. It was a truly wonderful evening. We had very open, earnest conversation, and it felt like we were friends. We talked about everything and really enjoyed each other's company.

Anyway, Zach and I ended up going into town for the lingerie sale, even though I was obscenely tired and already have a ridiculous amount of lingerie. Supposedly it's one of the nicer lingerie stores in the city, but the quality and design just doesn't compare to the stuff I'm used to like Victoria's Secret or Betsey Johnson. It just all seemed very tacky to me. It also doubles as somewhat of a sex shop: there was literally a tube of lubricant called "Pussy Lube," which just made me cringe. Isn't there a nicer way of advertising? I mean, really, who would buy something that was so openly crude? Sigh. Where has romance gone? 

We didn't end up buying anything, but Zach said he was going to come back this weekend. Good for him, I suppose. After that we got some sandwiches and laid on the grass in St. Stephen's Green (a photo I took of some tulips in the Green below) until after eight and talked about everything from zombie movies to the stupid emo kids who were sitting next to us (and kept calling each other perverts and setting things on fire.) One of their conversations was as follows:

"You are such a pervert."
"How am I a pervert?! I just said 'Fallopian Tubes', which doesn't make me a pervert."

"Whatever."
"FALLOPIAN TUBES!!"

Overall, it was an evening well spent. We get along great. He finally admitted that my stream of consciousness verbal diarrhea that I mask as conversation is actually quite endearing, and that it has grown on him. HA! I charmed the resident jerk with my endless spillage of internal monologue. I feel quite wonderful about our friendship, really. Zach is very interesting and we can argue about things without getting angry. It's all friendly banter, really. Our dynamic is similar to the kind that Joe and I have. I miss Joe. I feel bad for annoying him about writing on here - he is so busy with work and summer classes and everything.

I wanted to write in here before the weekend because today the craziness begins. Right after work I'm going to the Leopardstown Inn with Sean and some other interns. After that is a goodbye party at the Porterhouse for the interns who finish working here today (including Ash) so that should be quite fun. I've heard that when there's a plan to go pub/bar-hopping, that no one usually makes it out of the first venue. But I hope we do, because I am in the mood to go into town. Hopefully Ash isn't too awkward. I'll do my best to be nice. I'll stick with Sean or Zach. Apparently Ash and Zach are friends, actually, because Zach brought up feeling guilty about hanging out with me because of Ash...unnecessary drama much?