Update Number 1, in which my feet nearly fall off...

On Saturday I decided to be a selfless, helpful friend. Out of the goodness of my heart I agreed to trapes around Dublin (namely Grafton Street) with le best friend in order to find said best friend a job. We set off merrily, armed with CV's all neat in plastic pockets, the horror that lay ahead unknown to us. 

For you see my friends, Jenny without food is not a pretty sight. Jenny after a ballet class without food and with sore feet is an even worse sight. And what does job hunting entail? Walking. Lots and lots of walking. I will preface this with my undying love for le best friend, but my god, by the end of the day was I ready to faint/cry/strangle her. Oh the things we do in the name of friendship. 

In case you're wondering, she got a job. On the spot, right there, couldn't be happier with herself. Then they asked if she was 18 and the hundreds of euros suddenly slipped through her fingers. While I laugh now, the sheer despair on her face was heartbreaking. That was the kind of day we were having folks! 

However, Dublin being Dublin, there were delights to be had that I felt should be shared with you so here are a few of the highlights that Grafton Street and the surrounding areas. Ah, autumn in Dublin, how I love thee. 

So there's a guy with a piano that casually serenades shoppers outside Brown Thomas. He's been there the past few Saturdays and just plays on his four wheeled piano, in his corduroy jacket and knitted scarf. I'm kind of in love with him in a soppy romantic novel kind of way, simple because...he plays in the piano in the middle of the road. It's times like this I love people. 

Another example of hope for humanity- the guy who makes bubbles. Again, a common occurrence on Grafton Street, usually accompanied by shrieks of laughter from kids and shrieks of horror from parents and suds get in their hair. Ah, the complexities of life. 

And finally, on the steps of Powerscourt shopping center, we find this gentleman who was- wait for it- ...playing the spoons. Honest to God, knocking spoons against his knee, completely obliviously content. Even the patch above his knee was worn out. I just couldn't resist snapping the picture, it was too perfect. 

Wait, was I complaining about my day? Yes, my feet were past protesting and in silent mourning, and the hunger-induced dizziness was a little too strong, but who could leave a place like that in bad spirits? 

In other news I'm...

Listening to: Indie stuff á la Ingrid Michaelson

Eating: Everything around me! 

Reading: The Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling (STILL ploughing through)

Dreaming about: Florida, warmth and Disney World

Until next time,

Jenny

xxx