The Baaaaall

Okay, I snagged a few photos off of some friends and will now be flinging them at all of you lovelies. I totally want to show how how sexy my friends looked in their costumes (I mean, I think I'm surrounded by some pretty foooiiiine people every day, but in their formal wear--awwww yeah), though I don't want to freak them out with the idea of their pictures being all over the ol' WWW. So I'll just post a few.

First, proof that we were, in fact, on a boat.

Loveliest person I know and myself before the ball. I think that she looks fucking fabulous in the wig, as did everyone else, but she's just not having it.

Is she wrong, or is she wrong?

Two of my other totally foxy friends, partying like it's 1928. Words are not enough to convey the levels of badass achieved here.

I don't really know this kid, but he seems nice enough and we share far too many mutual friends for me to assume him anything other than awesome. Also, this is the only photo in which I am not making a ridiculous face.

More of my beloveds looking schweet.

The band. They came on at around 8:30 and didn't stop until we all had to leave the boat. In short, they were gods.

A friend and myself failing to get the attention of the barman at the afterparty. I don't know who took this picture, actually, but I do appreciate them giving a shot of my shoes.

Now, get out there and enjoy your Fridays, beautiful people!

Happy St. Patrick's Day, kids!

I will gush about the ball once more in another post.

Today, however, is Paddy's Day and needs its own internetzing.

Since I promised my mama I wouldn't dye my hair any outlandish colours again, my greenery (hah) is confined to my nails. Certainly not classy brands, but green and glittery are always en vogue, yes?

One of my housemates may have sold himself into slavery last night, as he was paid 30e to spend the night in a hotel and push a float in the parade today. We shall see.

After wading through oceans of drunk children last year, I've decided to stay as far away from the parade as possible.

I'm running off to go to a celebratory barbeque at some friends' house, where we will have a bird's-eye view of the mess that is Temple Bar.

Afterward, another friends (and quite possibly the loveliest person I know) is making me dinner. We shall then watch The Three Amigos and possibly Mystery Men. Do you remember this gem? I didn't, and I am currently basking in its rediscovered glory.

Observe the extended opening scene with my love. (Not the only reason I'm loving it, as I had no idea who he was when the film came out. 'Bonus.')

Not going to lie, I'll probably have another post dedicated entirely to this film, complete with some loose attempts to call it studying.

The prospect of heading into City Centre right now is terrifying. Wish me luck.