Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my flat on Kimmage Road, right? The sun’s blaring through the window like it’s tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But ya know, gotta get up. Gotta be a refractor. Whatever that means.
First stop, I’m off to the café on Rathmines. Best coffee in South Dublin, hands down. I order my usual – flat white, extra shot. The barista, bless her, gives me a wink. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I still got it.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m there, lookin’ like I just lost a fight with a coffee machine.
So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to clean up. I pass by the Swan Shopping Centre. Man, that place is a maze. I get lost every time. I swear, I could find Narnia in there. Anyway, I bump into this old mate, Dave. He’s all like, “You still doin’ that refractor thing?” I’m like, “Yeah, mate, still tryin’ to figure it out.” We laugh, but inside, I’m like, “What even is my life?”
Then, I head over to the canal. Beautiful spot, right? I sit on the bench, watchin’ the ducks. They’re quackin’ away, livin’ their best lives. I’m jealous, honestly. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna be a duck? No bills, no stress. Just floatin’ around. But then, this kid runs by, and BOOM! He kicks a ball right into the canal. I’m like, “Kid, you just doomed that ball!”
After that, I decide to stroll down to Terenure. I love that area. So chill. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper Irish rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, like, “Really? You had to do me like this?” I duck into a pub on the corner of Terenure Road. It’s cozy, smells like chips and regret. Perfect.
I grab a pint, and the bartender, a legend named Mick, starts tellin’ me about his latest fishing trip. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinkin’ about how I need to get my life together. I mean, I’m sittin’ here, drinkin’ a pint on a Tuesday. What am I doin’?
Then, I get a call from my boss. “Where are ya?” he says. I’m like, “Uh, just savin’ the world, ya know?” He’s not amused. Apparently, I’m late for a meeting. Great. Just great. I chug my pint, say goodbye to Mick, and sprint outta there.
I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I hit the main road, and it’s chaos. Buses everywhere, people shoutin’, cars honkin’. I’m thinkin’, “Why do I live here again?” But then, I see the view of the Dublin mountains in the distance. It’s stunning. Kinda makes it all worth it, ya know?
Finally, I get to the office on Harcourt Street, panting like I just ran a marathon. My colleagues are already in the meeting, lookin’ at me like I’m a madman. I slide into my seat, tryin’ to play it cool. But inside, I’m like, “What a day!”
The meeting’s a blur. I’m half-listenin’, half-dreamin’ about that pint I had earlier. But then, my boss asks me a question. I freeze. I’m like, “Uh, yeah, totally agree!” Smooth, right?
After work, I’m walkin’ home, still buzzin’ from the day. I pass by the local chipper on Crumlin Road. The smell hits me like a freight train. I can’t resist. I grab a bag of chips, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ about how wild today was.
So, I finally get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a rollercoaster! South Dublin, you crazy place. You’ve got me feelin’ all the feels. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.