Saint Stephens Green was lovely. A huge garden brimming with gorgeous flowers, clean, green glass, happy and chilled out looking people sitting about enjoying their lunch time breaks… It was really nice. We found ourselves a bench and sat down, enjoying the atmosphere, Chris then decided to lie down on my lap so that I could stroke his hair as he relaxed… it was all very nice, but then HE came along…

Chris was lying on my lap, just saying goodbye to his dad who he had called for a bit of a chat, when this grumpy looking man came up to us, stood in front of Chris, grunted and motioned for Chris to move his feet. Chris got up and the man proceeded to take his jacket off and make himself at home in the spot Chris had been. Not so much a problem, but we looked about us and saw that there were PLENTY more seats free that he could have taken residence in and not having to make Chris move. Chris then pointed this out by saying “you know, there are seats over there that are free” and oh my goodness… this man went OFF. His face went red and he started to yell, very loudly “yeah, well, no one tells me where to f*#&ing sit! These seats are for sitting, not lying about, no one tells me where to fu*%ing sit you hear me! I’ll sit where I want to f*#&ing sit, you can’t tell me where to sit, I can sit where I want” I didn’t quite know whether to laugh or get angry, I kind of came across a bit of both in the end, but then he went on a little too long for my liking and I became angry so I said “you know, we were only relaxing, there’s no need to get so angry” and then he went off again “these seats are for f*&#ing sitting, I can sit where I want to sit, these aren’t for you to be exerting your self about on (what the hell was that about?!) And then the WITCH with a million little rat dogs came up and said “alright Tony?” and Tony (big mean ugly red faced fowl mouthed Tony) turned to her and began to relive the tale of Chris and I relaxing on the park bench as if it were a mortal crime, to which I interjected with “we were relaxing” then horrible witch woman (she looked like a witch, long grey hair, cloaky clothes, twisted facial features) turned and said very patronizingly, “well, that’s what the grass is for” Huh? What are the seats for if not for relaxing? Anyhow, I was now quite angry, as was Chris, and they were attracting quite a lot of attention to us with their constant rant and raves and the f bomb being dropped like it were confetti… So we ended this argument with “You are SOOO rude! Thanks so much for your warm Irish hospitality huh?” And we stormed off repeating once or twice more just how incredibly rude they were and how they didn’t need to speak to us like that. Horrible red faced man with his stupid glad bag of lunch time goodies and his silly patronizing witch girlfriend. I hope her million rat like dogs ate his lunch when he wasn’t looking. And anyhow, how do you suppose we were meant to ‘relax’ on the grass when there are big bold signs saying “PLEASE KEEP OFF THE GRASS” about?

Anyhow, annoyed and irritated by this rude behaviour we moved away and out of the park and into a nice restaurant that was teeming with people. The very top level of this restaurant has been turned into a little theatre, where they hold lunch time plays, which you can watch as you have your bowl of soup. Chris and I decided to partake in this and were the youngest there by about 40 years, but we enjoyed our soup and the play, which was about a nursing home and a man loosing his memory. It was a different way to enjoy lunch, and a nice one at that.

After this, we still didn’t feel like doing much so we moved onto a little independent movie theatre that show more Indy and art house flicks. We got there just in time to see a new Ryan Reynolds flick “Fireflies in the garden” which was sad, but good none the less. We were two of four people in the cinema.

Now, we’re back at the backers, having had a good chat with Peter the manager (who is lovely) and contemplating seeing some live Irish dancing tonight… so far everything we’ve looked at requires you to pay for a set course dinner menu in order to sit and enjoy a show, and we’re not really up for that, not at E30-E48… we’ll see how we go. We’ve really enjoyed Ireland, it’s been a great little journey and we’ve had a grand time, seen so much, done so much and met some real characters. It really is a lovely place that we hope to return too some day.

written by  Chris and Emily on June 8, 2009 from Dublin, Ireland
from the travel blog: Europe 2009
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“PLEASE KEEP OFF THE GRASS”

Hehe i love those signs in 80% of the places.. people need the green beds - dont they understand that?

written by  Bilety lotnicze on June 9, 2009

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