Sky rockets in flight, Afternoon delight

I had something to talk about, I was really looking forward to expressing myself on what I had on my mind. It was huge. Profound. Hopefully hilarious. But then I got distracted by actress Shannyn Sossamon on 40 Days and 40 Nights, the RTE1 Wednesday night movie on TV (class film btw) and after that, it was game over; now all of sudden Im left with nothing. Im leaving a huge blank. So frustrating... cant think, total mindblock, wiped from memory, attention span evaporated. My memory is unbelievably shameful, I should stop doing glue.

So... Hmm.. Ive got no material. Very embarassing. Maybe tomorrow...

Instead... out of my back pocket...

Ill do some shout outs: Happy Birthday to my grandma/lola (March 14), Magtanong (St. Pats Day), Kid Slick (March 19), Manny (March 24), and upcoming to my Dad and Kuya Bong (March 28 both). March is a busy month, thank goodness Im over here and mercifully saved from buying regalos...

And an another shout out as well to Jen and Zeb... who have announced that they are now expecting in Sept. A cute little baby is coming. This is great news... but I have to admit its gonna be wierd; I cant believe Jen is finally going to weigh more than 90 lbs. (haha Jen, I kid, I kid! Dont hit me...)

Oh, and about St Patricks Day in Dublin. It was pretty good, yet kinda anti-climatic in a way. I was sober though, I had to drive home from Dublin you see. And unlike 25 years ago, drinking and driving is a little illegal. Nevermind, all my friends ( I have 3 of them) were out of the country anyways. Instead I was 3rd party to nonstop hooliganism in downtown Dublin starting shortly after the parade. It turns out 16 year olds cant handle their drink in Ireland, either.

Hasta Luego...

St. Patricks Day

Today will hopefully (and thankfully) be the end of a steady stream of stupid questions from abroad... all centering around the theme "Hows the Green beer in Ireland on St. Patricks Day?"

Like WhUUUT? Excuse me? I beg your pardon? Ahhhhh NO. Its all bullshitssss..

Ive asked around work even:

Me: " They dont do Green beer on St. Patricks Day here do they?"

Tom, my Boss: "WHAT?! Thats fecking ridiculous!! Green beer, are you fecking kidding me? Its those stupid yanks... theyre a bunch of plunkers.."

So St. Patricks Day in Dublin does not condone green beer, and if you ever see green beer served again, throw it in the bartenders face, you have Irelands permission. There is only one color of beer for most, and its black.

In 15 minutes, Im heading down to St. Pattys week festivities... Ill check in later to say how it goes...

Happy St. Patricks Day, y'all, celebrating no snakes in Ireland.

Once upon a time...

Ive been feeling a little slack lately with my blog, I need to post more. I haven't done enough, so Ill start posting pictures more... starting now. I havent really posted anything since Italy and Greece so Ill attempt to be more active photoblogging...

These are all my good pics. Thats pretty much it. Multiply by Infinity, and thats how many I have of crappy ones. Taa taa, be kind rewind...

The Big Banana

Central Park Dash

I have proof here of me in Central Park by myself... AFTER DARK. woooooo....

Mussels from Brussels

Eurostyle

Ive recently broken down in a moment of weakness. Well its a prolonged moment of weakness, to be fair. Sustained weakness, which i fought VALIANTLY for a really LONG time, ever since Ive landed here. I ended up breaking down eventually, even though I promised myself that I never would do what I just did. I bought tight jeans. Or what I tend to think are tight jeans. Stupid Europe and their tights sizes... i cant find nothing else. I blame it on the italians and their greaser styles infecting the rest of europe. Slimy, giant sunglass wearin bastards. But in actuality, they are not really tight, its just not loose like how I wear all my other pants. I must be getting more conservative and respectable in my old age, I did after all just turn 20 (cough)(cough).

Heres the worst thing, Im convinced these ones are not too shabby; when matched with the proper tops it looks pretty dope(I hope?) .. the one saving grace is that they are Diesels. Thats right Die Sel (I feel an email coming on from a certain Jeans snob, welcoming me to the dark side of stupid expensive jeans... arghh) I bought them during another shopping day in Belfast, one of my favorite places to shop now, its so good. WAY better than Dublin. On the holy trinity, it joins New York and London (so far), which is a lot to say. And on that note, Ill make another Marty prediction: with me and Eric egging him on, there is no way he cannot resist the temptation on blowing wack loads of money on euro cloths during their upcoming visit in two months. No way. He will not be able to turn down a vintage Mexico 1964 Black Red and White Addidas track suit for £75. Not a chance. And we didnt even get to the shoes... he better start saving like 5 months ago.

Anyways... yeap tight jeans. This sucks, Ive compromised my deepest values. Not only that, they are low cut too... no matter what I do my damn boxers always show. This is exactly the point when dudes stop wearing underwear...

And now that the flood gates are open, there is no stopping now. Welcome, Paper Denim Cloth and G Star...