Having spent the past three months as a hermit, I've decided it's about time I got myself out and about in Dublin on my spectacular friend-making mission.
The problem with a plan like this, however, is that just being on a spectacular friend-making mission in the first place tends to scare people off. Friend-hunting is much trickier than man-hunting, because you can't lure them in with the false promise of sex at the end of the night. Well, you could, but somewhere down the line you're going to have to say the words, "I'm sorry, but I just don't like you in that way" and go back to drinking Stella in the park on your own every Saturday afternoon.
Still, I have some secret tactics up my sleeve, and, as soon as I finish my next Cosmopolitan, I'm off to try them out on innocent members of the public. I'll report back.
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Look out, Dublin, lol!
ReplyDeleteI'll be your friend when I come for another Dublin visit. I've done all the touristy things to death over the years; you can show me the 'real dublin' !
ReplyDeleteI volunteer! I'll be your friend, and you don't need to promise sex!
ReplyDeleteHmm, I need to keep track of this post, as I will be in dublin in 6 weeks and know no one that I have stalked, cornered and made friends with on my own and not through Niall.
ReplyDeleteCome (back) to Cork, and we can stalk and capture friendly-looking potentials for the back of our friendmobile! It'll rock!
ReplyDeleteWoohoo, the friendmobile!
ReplyDeleteMy spectacular mission was a complete and utter disaster last night, I'm not sure I even want to blonk about it.
Gaye, I didn't realise you were coming back so soon. Huzzah, I'll just stay in for the next 6 weeks until you get here.
Thank you, volunteers from far-flung parts of the earth.
Oops, I recommend Salsa class and dance 8pm-12midnight Harrinton St, Thursdays (presuming it's still going). You can go on yer own and it's a friendly crowd. Luas is nearby, if it's handy for you.
ReplyDeleteOhh, are you in Dublin Conan? We should arrange a blonky meet-up. But I'm not going to Ron's.
ReplyDeleteWe move so frequently that this is almost always a problem for me as well (plus working at home doesn't help). Do share any tips you come up with for luring friends, Annie.
ReplyDeleteHope it goes well. Most of my friends live 200 miles away from me since I moved from Manchester to Essex. And so far I've not done a great job finding friends around here. So I shall be watching your progress to pick up any tips.
ReplyDeleteAnnie I'm not, I'm in the provinces but am reasonably well acquainted with Dublin. Take your point re Ron's. Aim for the coffee houses, and as for pubs try some of the ones that never went 'modern'. Mulligans, The Sackville Lounge, Ned's (Scanlans), etc. might be worth a go. Or for the more up-market end of town there's Keohoe's, Doheny & Nesbits and Toners.
ReplyDeleteAnd you might remember Annie that time when Trish and you and I went to Donahue's (sp ?) and the barman asked Trish and I if we were on our way to Mass? We were drinking there before he was born!
ReplyDeleteYes I remember the mass comment!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tips, Conan, I'll keep an eye out for them.
Auh! 6 weeks! I should really look into the work visa application soonish? I kept a little journal from my Ireland visit, wrote in names of all the pubs that we have been to. The only one I didn't like was the one where they have lots of different country flags hanging on the wall. I will find the journal and check the name now.
ReplyDeleteApologies - I owe you an email but be warned everyone in Dub needs at least 4 weeks notice to meet up. Not sure why yet.
ReplyDeleteI have found that the best way to make friends is to go up to strangers and explain to them that you are a mallet.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing wrong with Ron's. Apart from the clientele. And strange odour.
ReplyDeleteI find that actively going out to make friends can be difficult.
ReplyDeleteDo you remember the tip in Viz magazine? Keep the seat next to you on the train free by smiling and nodding at people as they walk past.
I have used this advice successfully for years. IN fact, I have managed to acquire almost no friends this way.
However, I have to tell you that Dublin people are strange as a result of spending years up their own arses, and if you chose to come to Limerick you'd make lots of friends in no time.
What's more, you'd be welcome, and nobody would ask you what your house is worth.
I'm going to Limerick in September to meet Devin, I hope to meet you too, this time.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I have to tell you that Dublin people are strange as a result of spending years up their own arses, and if you chose to come to Limerick you'd make lots of friends in no time.
ReplyDeletehaha, Bock. I mean really, haha.
Annie-
ReplyDeleteLook no further. My name's David, and I'd love to escalate our friendship onto a more physical and less one-sided level (I'm gay; you can ignore that flutter of fear. Or of desire- don't know you that well. Yet). Um... Dublin's handily compact, I imagine I'll run into you at some stage. I'll be the one with the black rose in my mouth and the home-made t-shirt with your face on it.
Mine's a whiskey and ginger ale. See you soon!
Hee, that made me giggle. Hello David, I will be keeping an eye out for you. I want one of those t-shirts.
ReplyDeleteooh, blonk outing definitely required. did I miss it? am in boston right now and about to board flight to oregon, but home in a week and always up for outings. have several friends I'd be willing to offload too if you fancy a few cast-offs. nice of me, eh?
ReplyDeleteHello! No, you didn't miss anything. Email me when you get back and we'll arrange something blonky. Cast-offs sound perfect. I have a reputation as being a bit of a friend-stealer though, so only bring them if you want rid of them.
ReplyDeleteDavid, you have to come too. Provide t-shirts.