The Ball Back Rolling

The credits roll as “Sham-rock me,” the hit sequel to “Brittany’s Luck of the Irish,” begins. Boston’s “More than a feeling” blares in the background and the red-eyed protagonist herself can be seen wiping her deserving tears and attempting to find a comfortable seating position within the Robert Q airport shuttle van… to no avail. Time lapses several times as the names of the cast grace the screen: onto another shuttle van, making her way through an airport, desperately trying to coordinate the movement of luggage without falling over, onto a plane, finding out the plane will be delayed an hour and a half, running through the next airport, discovering that the next plane will be delayed two and a half hours, having her foot almost run over a number of times by the flight attendant’s food cart, buying a bus ticket, sitting beside the bus stop with larger than life sunglasses and ratty hair (an appearance similar to that of an Olson twin’s), exiting the bus, pulling luggage through town, uphill, then finally dropping all bags and falling onto couch.

The continuation of my adventures began as such, with the exclusion of a couple of minor details: I ate at pizza hut, I saw the old Governor General of Canada (maybe not the most exciting person in the world to recognize but considering the only other celebrity I have seen so far has been Kathy Griffin, Adrienne Clarkson isn’t so bad), I also spent some time chatting to the head baker of the Mocha Beans Café company in Galway, but he didn’t even like chocolate (he gave me his brownie that we got with our delicious *sarcasm* airplane dinners) which causes me to wonder…what kind of a baker doesn’t like chocolate? That’s absurd!

Speaking of strange men, I have decided to use a fake name, job, age, and purpose for being in Ireland the next time some dude starts talking to me. It appears that I am far to trusting and it isn’t a good thing. Today by City Hall some man, maybe in his fifties, strolls by me in a nice suit and says “hello.” Now, I don’t know about you but when someone says “hello” I say “hello” back: bad idea. Next time I am going to say something along the lines of “bocsanot, nem ertem angolul” as I flee. So anyways, suit man stops and asks “where are you from” so, thinking that maybe he is from City Hall or something, I decide to answer. He kept going, asking normal kinds of questions like “What are you doing here? Are you a student? Oh so you are working? Where about? I think I know it, isn’t that on high street? Do you like Ireland?” I thought he was just genuinely interested and just a friendly guy, so I answered truthfully. Then he shook my hand and asked me my name… and STUPID me I told him. So, I asked his name and he told me it was something like John O’Malley, told me he lived around there but he worked in a place called Athonray. All of this seemed normal, except for the fact that he randomly stopped me on the street to talk to me. Then he got creepy. He asked me if I came here alone, I told him that I came alone but I have made many friends since and that I live with a number of people. He started asking me what hours I worked but I didn’t tell him, I said I worked a number of different shifts but he kept saying “oh come one, most people work from like eight to two am, don’t you?” but I just said it was different all the time. Then he took out a piece of paper and wrote down my name, I told him he didn’t have to do that. He replied that he often walks around that area and he would like to say hello, then he asked for a number so he contact me. Yeah right! I told him I don’t give that out and he tried to convince me – that’s when I walked away. Now sure, one could say that I am naïve or stupid or on the other hand they could say that he was just some nice man who was just being friendly. Maybe I was just paranoid… nonetheless I have come up with an idea…from now on when creepies come a creeping… I go by an alias only!

Other then Mr. I-randomly-chat-up-young-women-on-the-street not a whole lot has been going on since I have returned. John is gone for the next couple of days to Aberdeen, Scotland and I have been catching up on my sleep (I know, I know, it is tough to be in bed all day and watch movies all night, just be glad it isn’t you!) ha ha. Soon I will be back to work and ready to plan my next adventure… so far the possibilities include: Portugal, Spain, or Latvia in the fall (this would be a solo adventure) and/ or one of the above, Greece, Hungary or maybe even a trip to South Africa to visit a friend of mine who was on exchange with me in Hungary, in January.

Now back to “SHAM-ROCK ME”…
The cast includes:

John –Boyfriend
Joe – Friend (and roommate of John’s)
Bekah (aka. Rebekah, Bek, Beks, Pitts McCool, Nutella Pirate) – Supporting female and super duper friend of Brittany’s (Since her return home in “Brittany’s Luck of the Irish” her role in the film is purely virtual and in memories)

Other Characters:
Tomas – the wait staff manager
Shane – The stress ridden, wussy, assistance manager
Tina – (Villain) woman that leases the restaurant
Greg – (Super Villain) general manager (Brittany and Greg had a show down in part one when he was harassing Carol and Brittany stood up for her)
Carol – Coworker
Dez – Coworker
Damien – Creepy, Polish cook
Mary – Nice cook who secretly gives Brittany food

Cathal – Room mate of John and Joe’s
P1 – (aka. Paul # one) John’s coworker
P2 – (aka Paul # two) John’s coworker
P3 – (aka Paul # three) John’s coworker…I think (I don’t actually know this guy, but I thought he deserved honorable mention for being named Paul… there are so damn many of them!)

To be continued…as the song “Lucky” by Twice Lucky can be heard in the background.

Getting Fresh

I am gonna try and start with a clean slate now that I have the internet again. As some of you may know I was back at home for two weeks and it was WONDERFUL! so now I am back and ready to start off the next 8 months.