While last Saturday was devoted to white face paint, I did find time to socialize without the warpaint.
I convinced Daniel we had to go out but while he already had plans to go out with Jeff he told me to come along. He said they had made plans to go and enjoy wonderful food. I didn't think it sounded like a bad idea.
First stop of the evening was however my place. Daniel brought some very cheap vodka. I declined a taste and stuck to my trusted red wine.
We were to meet up with Jeff and also Karl - who at the last minute accepted an invite to join us - around 7.30.
We went to an Asian restaurant I can't remember the name of.
While I stumbled into the door with Daniel I think I recognized somebody already present and eating. Out of all the people in Dublin to sit in the same restaurant I walk into, I (think) I see a guy I have sent a message to on a dating site a few months ago. Sometimes my memory actually works but I do tend to have a thing for faces. He never responded to me and while I was slightly drunk and perhaps also a bit loud, I'm sure if he didn't respond due to the age difference, I did not do myself any favours in coming across as mature and sophisticated. My table companions kept talking about politics and as I have no interest or knowledge of this topic I kept schussing them inbetween shoveling food into my mouth and generally making a mess. I found the whole scenario quite hilarious though.
Also, in fairness I was not the only one making a mess. I think we all left with our fronts covered in oily stains.
They brought out plates of rolled up raw meat.
You then expertly use your chopsticks to place the meat into the big metal cooker. It had a little fire at the bottom and there were two sections in the bowl part of the cooker. One section had normal broth and the other had spicy broth. You choose which flavour you want on your meat and then chopstick your meat into the selected section of the cooker. Once it has cooked in the boiling broth you remove it. I think it was the removing of the meat that managed to get us covered in stains.
That's Karl on the left and Jeff sitting beside him.
We looked a little bit less messy than this but probably not far from it. The food was heavenly by the way.
There had been a suggestion of us possibly catching a movie after the food but we wound up in The Church.
The Church is a church which has been transformed into a bar. I love the concept and it's a lovely place with a great atmosphere. I remember going in there once and the noise levels being quite deafening though. The way it's built with the huge ceiling would have that affect on the acoustics. I would love to know how the balloon wound up tied onto the organ.
Somebody steal me this candle holder?
Daniel was showing off his tattoos. He has a few, you can see two in this picture. In case somebody is curious: I have none.
We had shots and Karl made funny faces.
Daniel and I posing. Just after I managed to drop an earring after which we all spent a few minutes trying to locate it in the dark. We were successful!
At some point of the evening a man on huge stilts and this lady with a snake were walking around the place. I got a few pictures of the snake lady but she got really grumpy and rushed off.
I want to have a snake around my neck as well!