We’ve all been at least once to an asian restaurant. And everytime, there’s somebody making a joke about the fact that they associate a dish to a number, or sometimes a number and a letter. Sometimes, people even try to take the piss, saying they want a 46 and a 32, instead of asking for a sweet and sour pork with fried noodles.
My point is, if they can associate a dish with a number, it probably works both ways. Think next time I’ll ask them what you get if you divide orange duck by salt-and-pepper frog legs.
Bit late to write about this but better late than never eh?
So I’ve been pretty much drunk all weekend but between two pints I managed to do some things, I think. As the weather was particularly pleasant on saturday (early in the day), I went to Killiney/Dalkey for a walk on the beach and an early lunch in Finnegan’s. I enjoyed free wireless connection on my new Nokia N770 and sent a message on MSN to a friend, just cause I could. Pretty lame eh? I don’t mind. Went to 92 for the night and met a couple of friends there. Pretty cool night, which ended in Goatstown at one my friends’ friend’s home, around 5am.
Been sleeping a bit on sunday, went for food shopping. Had a pizza then went to Bolands around 5pm. Met a friend there who was watching the Liverpool/Manchester game (was it Liverpool? can’t remember to be honest). We moved to Galloping Green around… I don’t know, maybe 8pm or something and stayed there until midnight. Going back to his gaf, we stopped for a pint at some pub whose name I forgot, somewhere near Dean’s Grange. I think we watched a Muey Thai related movie with his mates afterwards then I went back home walking. At some point, my nose decided it should bleed, so I’ve been walking 25 minutes with my hands covered in blood. Sweet. Back to bed.
Ok, it’s monday, I’ve been driking all weekend, I’m off the booze until next friday. Or maybe I’ll get one tonight, just to end the weekend properly. Such a bad idea… Met a some friends in Bolands and drank 5 pints in the end…. Great weekend, can’t wait for the next one!
On a different matter, I’ve seen Transformers and 300 lately, those are two really nice movies (if you haven’t seen them already). I’ve also had some really nice food. I’m 25 and I feel like I should cook a bit more often (if only to learn how to cook properly), so I prepared a tartiflette (which you can see here) and spaghetti alla carbonara. Should definitely eat such food more often…
Ok this one is an easy one.
It’s been raining like piss almost non-stop for the past few weeks. This is getting really frustrating. I’m trying really hard to find occupations to keep me (mind and body) busy.
I’ve signed up for a gym club (after a long period without doing any intense physical exercise) as I may have already written on this blog. Going there three to four times a week has been a real challenge so far (doing 40 minutes cardio then quite a few resistance exercices everytime) but I’m usually fucked when I come back, so I’ve reduced substancially the time I spend in pubs (which can be considered a good or a bad thing). Today was pretty busy, which means even more gorgeous girls (that helps forgetting about the weather too).
Went to Tesco to buy a bottle of Sauternes to drink with the foie gras I brought back from France last week. Flatmate wasn’t in the mood of eating such food tonight so it’s postponed, but I had a piece nonetheless. I‘ve been thinking about dinner all day, there was no way I’d just forget about it.
... met Victoria Beckham in Fitzsimons on friday night. Or maybe not, cause actually she didn’t look like a bitch. But there was defo something…
Went to La Cave for dinner yesterday. Great food, nice service. Now I wish I could remember what happened next.
Ordered a few things at Apache Pizza yesterday and asked to be delivered. Delivery guy was on time, and for some unknown reason, managed to find my place, although there is no indication of the street name anywhere.
Anyway, I was expecting a typical angry delivery guy (non-local, usually some guy from eastern europe / asia or middle east) but instead, a regular irish man in his forties showed up, with a smile on his face. Dude, you made my day! 
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