New and old friends

Friday evening was a night of meeting up with new and old friends. I hobbled over to Smithfield on my crutch with Samantha, where we met up with Annabel and Emile. The four of us had coffees and were chatting away. Emile described a surreal conversation he had had earlier in the week with his niece and nephew. Emile told them that he had applied to be a volunteer at the Phoenix Zoo. His practical, accountant-like nephew was unimpressed, while his open-minded niece was delighted. He went on to explain that he wants to volunteer so that he can steal a penguin and a giraffe. The accountant-like nephew was disbelieving. 'Where would you put them?' he asked. Emile said, 'Well I'd bring them back to live here' (in his terrace home).
After a moment's silence, the nephew asked 'how would you get the giraffe through the house?' 'Obviously, I would train it to crawl on its belly.' Enthusiastic nods from the niece, 'that would work.'
I reminded Emile that I lived near the zoo so he could stop off with the giraffe and penguin on his escape with them. His eyes lit up, 'a safe house'!
The kids in my neighborhood would love that.
The giraffe conversation reminded Annabel about the Dublin guy who actually stole a penguin from the zoo a few months ago. We had all heard at least part of the story. After stealing the penguin, they guy made his getaway in a taxi. Apparently, the penguin was kicking up a fuss and the guy reconsidered his plan. Stopped at lights somewhere in town, he opened the door and tossed the penguin out. Only in Dublin.
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Later that evening I went to Cherie's going away party. She and her boyfriend are going to live in Vietnam but are traveling to several countries beforehand. Cherie speaks Vietnamese, French, and English fluently; she is planning to get a proper job when she gets there. Her boyfriend knows how to swear and order food in Vietnamese so he is sorted.
Cherie was a bit nervous about living in Vietnam, a bit sad at leaving her friends in Dublin, and a bit excited about everything. We hadn't talked properly in a long while so she filled me in. I already knew about her background, problems with her parents, and other things; the hassles with her "in-laws" was new. However, Friday night was the first time it hit me just how isolated she must feel sometimes. We had joked in the past that she was like my sister; I have plenty and can always do with more. She said on Friday that she has no family. I reminded her that she is my little sister and that if she needs to talk to someone while she is away to email me and I would call her back wherever she is.
I gave Cherie a bracelet that I had made. Later that evening she was joking with a few of us that she would sell it on her travels for say $2. Melanie scolded her, 'You can't do that; it has sentimental value.' Cherie thought for a minute, 'OK, $2.50.'
I am going to miss her.

Going out in Dublin

Two occurrences this week have reminded me why I like living (and going out) in Dublin. Saturday night Samantha and I went to an Italian restaurant we like. We were sitting at a table outside, pretending to be somewhere warm and Mediterranean. After dinner I rested my sore foot on a spare chair. The new waiter raised his eyebrows at that and I apologized in Italian (as one does) but didn't move my foot. Shortly after that, the charming manager swept by to serve people behind us. He made no comment on my informal leg rest but returned with a red cushion and placed it under my foot.
Yesterday afternoon after a walk in the park on my day off, I called into my local pub. The friendly barman asked what he could do for me and I told him I was out of cash. "We are just the friendly neighborhood bank it appears." I replied that I was going to purchase something as well and he said that was entirely up to me.
I ordered a 7up, got my cash, and sat at the bar reading the book Reading Lolita in Tehran (good book by the way). After a while, I left my book and soda on the bar to go to the restroom. When I returned I picked up my book. I gazed at the back cover, thinking that something looked different. I turned over the book to discover a cheesy book about quotes. Still being perplexed, I heard the barman and the barwoman giggling away. He had switched my book obviously. I got my book back and all order was restored.

Wonder kids

Six-year old Fintan rang my doorbell the other evening to ask if he could play on my friend's abandoned car, which has been in front of my house for a couple of years. The kids in the neighborhood know that this car is the only one they are allowed to play on, and Fintan's mum wants him to ask my permission each time.
So I answered the door and Fintan took one look at me and said "why is your hair red?" (It isn't.) I replied that I had got my hair cut that day. "Oh... it looks almost like mine" (it doesn't). I smiled and said "almost, we could be twins." A smile of wonder spread across his face. "Almost" he said and climbed up on the car.
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Shopping at the outdoor market in Temple Bar yesterday, I went over to a cheese stall. I was looking at the cheeses when a little voice piped up "would you like to try this goat cheese? It is very good." I looked up. A cute little Chinese girl was standing on a crate behind the cheeses, helping her dad on the stall.
The cheese was good. It started to rain again. "Oh no," she said. I got soaked a while ago." Big smiles. "Me too." I decided on another cheese, pointing to it. "You can buy it in one of those (prepared wrapped wedges), but the other is fresher.
"Those are too small. I think I'll get that big wedge there."
She wrapped it up carefully and said "I can give it to you for 4.50." "Great" I said. I handed her the coins and she carefully counted them. Twice.
Her excitement at working the stall and efforts to say all the right things won me over. A dote.