It was one of those morning afters that you know are coming, but you just dont want to ackowledge in advance, because you know if you do, then it might not be such a good night in the first place. I had a great St Patricks Day this year. Great view for the parade, great people around me, and great atmosphere. And I managed to have such a fantastic day with only one alcoholic beverage passing my lips. Not so for alot of people in Dublin. Its not the drink passing their lips that was the problem, its was the time it passed by those self same lips on the way back up that irks me…
Since himself and myself have moved into the heart of the city, I’ve noticed the odd spalsh pool of suspicious liquid on the pavements. But the morning after St Patricks Day was a whole new experience. From the moment I stepped outside the front door, every turn of the corner brought new horrors. I had to side step 9 assorted puke puddles on my way to the office. Admittedly its a 20 min walk, which traverses the city centre, including a close shave with Temple Bar, but this was a new record for me. I just dont understand it. What is it that makes it socially acceptable to drink to such a point that you vomit in the street?
At this point I have to confess that I, in my youth, have had 2 public cases of throwing up. No 1 was behind a bus shelter at 10am in the morning. I had been drinking the night before, but there was also the remnants of a tummy bug involved. No 2 was at a hen party in the corner of a pub. My first (and last) shot of tequila was involved, and I cleaned it up myself rather than suffer the embarrassment of having to tell the bar staff. I would venture to guess that not everyone’s record is so short.
On my way to work this morning, Dublin City Council were out with the power hose giving the place a good rinse. Dame Lane was looking particularily clean; good job lads. I think I might have cried if I had to look at those stains on the foot paths for a second day, after they had dried in and collect dust dirt and cigerrette butts to add to the bile. It would turn your stomach, honestly. Food for thought.
