St. Patrick's Day is about vegleichbar with the Eiffel Tower. It's nice to be him in the city, but if you live in Paris, you go up and not every day. Most real Irishman, I have asked what they would do on that day answered me that they would probably spend the day at home watching TV. But basically, I knew that St. Paddy's not Irish, but in Dublin would be primarily an American holiday. The only difference to a regular Saturday-night is that all have on green hats and earlier are drunk. Inidviduen interesting are some people you meet as follows:
Americans, large, brown, about 25: Stationed in Trier and knows "many girls Giessen very good"
Irishman, neatly dressed, about 27: Two years lived in Berlin, very good German, rather desperately hunting apron
Irishman, Irish-dressed, about 23: Drunk tried desperately to glass cleaner to persuade him to buy a beer, which eventually sent her colleague.
Brite (Pikey accent), perhaps from a trailer park, about 28: A giant shamrock on the face, very drunk and do not understand.
Overall, nothing special if you live in Dublin. Although I must say that I have not seen the parade, but it has not seemed worth it in the what I heard.
My (new) roommates from the end of the month: Amanda, Shannon, Corinne, Trina, Kim
Kim and Trina both stay a month before they fly home again.
The video is recorded to the phone. Kim was at that time pretty good about what you can see quite clearly ... The rest would really be a normal Saturday night can.
So, now I need breakfast. By the way, today I am with my roommate to Jo Burger. Nice rest week.
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