An Unsaintful St Paddys

On Monday I went with Jess to Dun Loaughaire, which is south of Dublin. At first I hated the village until I found the ocean. And all was well again (haha Edward). So I bet your all wondering how St Paddys is over here, eh? Well its awesome. Except for the caotic amount of people here, its pretty darn good. The parade was so brilliant. It totally kicked Montreals knok-off parades butt. It was filled with Cirque-du-Soleil-like costumes. It brought back the passion within to become a costume designer. Then the City went nutts. In all of Ireland there were 3000, yes 3000 ambulance calls. Two people were stabbed to death here in Dublin. I saw ladies beating up bodyguards and what not. GONGSHOW. I saw little teenage boys kissing eachother. There were actually black people in Dublin this weekend. Otherwise its pretty rare. It felt right having more colour in this pasty city. On another note my manager is a pothead. Literally he comes to work stoned and leaves to take naps or something. Its pretty ridiculous how over the map he is. I bet he takes our pay-cheques and rolls joints with them or something. haha