Thursday, May 30, 2013

Dublin: Day 2

I forgot how cold and damp Dublin could feel. I'm not sure how I could have forgotten that, I spent six years living with it and countless holidays as a child shivering to the bone, but I guess living in Le Petit Village has made me delicate. It's not the cold that's bad, it's the damp. The air feels wet, and not in a hot, humid way. And another problem with the damp, it tends to come with dull grey skies. Fortunately, Dublin is a pretty festive city and that makes up for it some, and on Heineken Cup weekend, it was extra festive.

Now you know that I get like a D- in the photo department,I try to remember to snap photos, but then I get so excited just being in the moment that I forget, and then the moment passes. I should have taken loads of photos of the city, because 1. it was full of Clermont and Toulon supporters walking around in head to toe team gear (lots of yellow and blue, or red and black) and 2. loads of pubs had red & black and yellow & blue balloons decorating the outsides. Dublin certainly did roll out the rugby red carpet and I failed to capture it, I apologise.
This is the one that I got...


At least the banner is there and the Clermont supporter. How cute is he in his petit beret by the way? Cute.
This photo is better, but I didn't take it.


And I've looked and looked for a photo of a pub with the balloons outside of them, but I can't find a single one. Please make due with this photo of Dublin Bus decorated in it's Heineken Cup finest... 


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Bonus... the bus is parked outside Toddys. I meet one of my uncles in Toddys everytime I go back to Dublin (I got a two for one with that one).

Back to shivering through Dublin... Friday morning (Dublin Day 2), The Husband, Mrs. London and I were heading into town for some shopping. Normally we'd take the bus (€2.40 the bus costs now!) but my Uncle said he'd give us a lift in. If I had been the only one in the car, the lift would have been straight in on the N4, ten minutes, tops (who am I kidding, if I had been the only one in the car, I would have had to take the bus), but because The Husband and Mrs. London are 'guests', they got my uncle's 'tour'...

The tour that brings us through Ballyfermot ("That small building is where my father went to school"), and Inchicore ("See that pub there, the Black Lion, I had my first pint of Guinness there when I was eighteen") and takes twice as long. It did turn out to be lucky though because as we drove through Inchicore, Mr. London called to say that he was free that morning and could come into town with us, and as his hotel was in Kilmainham, we were right down the road ("That's Kilmainham Gaol there, your great-great grandfather was in there. It's where the English executed everyone. If you were injured, and couldn't stand up, they'd tie you to a chair and shoot you like that"... the tour took a morbid turn quite quickly).

We shook off the tour of sadness with Starbucks and a stroll through town... Penny's, Boots, Topshop... it felt good to be home. And with a plate of Wagamama's yaki udon for lunch, it felt like I had never left.

I got a haircut too, a haircut I've been waiting months to get with my old stylist. I was so excited. But somehow when I said 'two inches' she heard 'four' and I don't even want to talk about my fringe. Ugh. All I'm going to say is, I'm never cutting my hair above my shoulders, or getting a fringe ever again.

But before heading out that night (drinks and Doheny & Nesbitts followed by dinner at The Green Hen with the girls while The Husband cheered on Leinster at the match), I managed to style it in a kind of a chic and messy, Alexa Chung kind of way. It wasn't as bad as I thought. And then my aunt saw me... "There's something wrong with your hair" she said as she raked her fingers through it smoothing out my carefully constructed tousled look. My stare said it all and she looked at me, "Oh, you want it to be messy?!" Duh.

Bisou!

19 comments:

  1. Your Auntie is clearly a good Mom substitute. That hair tidying thing is perfected by Moms everywhere. My Mom still makes me cringe by pulling out a ringlet-ty sort of curl and telling me my kiss curl is so cute. Ugh.

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  2. I hope you took your thermals!
    Despite the dodgy weather and haircut, it sounds like you had a jolly time and I'm sure you can arrange your hair to look fab while you wait for it to grow out... :)

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  3. Looks so fun! I am an Irish girl by heritage and I have never been there. I think I am "saving it" for when I can really spend some time there. When is the best time of year to go? I am sick of grey and cold and damp. Germany has been yucky.

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  4. Oh no about your hair! Thats really sad. :( Hopefully it will grow fast enough. I cannot wait to go to Ireland. x

    Bonnie Rose | A Compass Rose

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  5. I am sure your hair looks great! :) But I am sorry your hairstylist misunderstood you!
    I love to hear about your trip! I want to travel to Dublin so badly! Although I am pretty sure the weather would make me freeze to death!

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  6. I know what you mean about the humid cold... that's the thing about winter here in SC, even my Chicago bones can't handle the chills. Maybe the weather was a premonition of things to come?

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  7. I love short hair ... I'm sure you are wonderful!
    I remember how cold can be Dublin, I was there in May and it was so cold.
    If this can help you, here in Italy is like in Dublin ... rainy days and cold!!!
    Bisou, Babi

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  8. The EXACT same thing just happened with my haircut.

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  9. We are now uncomfortably certain that we've brought the Galway weather to France with us. One of he reasons we moved here is that after 11 years we couldn't take another Irish " summer" :-) and I swear this spring in France has been nearly as bad. Le sigh. Looks like a fun trip, and I'm sure you're as lovely as ever.

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  10. ROFL, I think your and and uncle and mine are related o.O Actually they probably are in the mists of time, they're all Irish!

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  11. Often small hair disasters can be made better with copious consumption of pints of dark beer. At least so I am told.

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  12. I wish I were as Irish as you! One of he top things on my bucket list is to visit Ireland. Until then, I'll keep up with your posts and dream. ;)

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  13. I would totally offer to come with you on your next haircut and threaten your hairstylist with you (I'm a Nazi when it comes to the "microtrim"...hairstylists love me #thingsthatarenottruewhatsoever)....however, Dublin...let's talk..."damp" "gray" "cold" "shivering"...I think your need to move your hairstylist to Arizona...OR the Amalfi Coast...and then I will totally come and threaten her with you.

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  14. Haha, that your sounds like when we go back to the small town in northern England where my dad grew up... That used to be a field, that's where we got in trouble for scaring a cow with fireworks, etc.

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  15. My dear
    I change the blog so my new address is http://flanelleetprune.blogspot.it/
    Have a great week end.
    Bisou, Babi

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  16. These pictures are phenomenal, despite not posting many. I'm still living through you and your adventures! Humid cold sounds awful though - but in China it was humid hot, to the point that you felt as though you had walked into a wet towel. It was awful, my hair was disgusting for the entire duration of the trip.

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  17. I'm sure your hair looks better than you think! But I definitely hate it when that happens!!!

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  18. I'm so jealous of your EU passort - and of getting Wagamamas!

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