ResistedNormalcy

I’m in Ireland.  It’s my new home.  Things are waaaaay different here.  People party till 6 in the morning, and the evening is just getting started at 12am.

Holy crap.  People here are hardcore, heh.

It’s great so far, and I’m bill free (company-tab) so I can begin amassing my enormous fortune, mwuhahahahaha.

Heh.

On a side note..  everything is crazy expensive here, too, and I lose money before even spending it since I’m still being paid in US dollars and they use the Euro over here.  So, essentially, one of my dollars is worth .80 over here, weeeee.

Sold off everything I owned (minus clothes) to move.  It’s definitely been an experience, but my first week has been fan-fucking-tastic.  I never really was one for dancing in the states, but I’m like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever over here..  I’m not real concerned whether I look dumb, or self conscious at all — they definitely make you feel welcome over here.

In a dallas bar, everyone is in a corner trying to look cool — not a lot of action, just a bunch of posing.  Over here, in every pub, there’s a ton of 80s music, almost everyone sings all the songs together, and EVERYONE dances like it’s going out of style.

I dig it.  Seriously.

Mountains and the ocean are within view, there’s crazy mix of Euro style and food with the same old American stuff that I’m used to.  It makes it extremely easy to adapt to this culture.

Everyone has this wicked thick accent (from various cultures, since there’s a ton of tourism in Dublin), and people dig my accent (What accent?) because I’m American.

Rock.

Life iz gewd.  More, later.

Filed under: Blather on April 10th, 2006