I realise the title of this post is bizarre. It says something about my interests, perceptions and the company I keep however all of those things aligned to make Saturday an odd day for me.
The sex bit involves the Brian O’Driscoll mask. It is more of an implication of sex so keep your dirty thoughts to your self for just a minute. The background is that I was watching the Leinster match in a suburban pub near where I live. We arrived late and found seats in the smoking area. There were some of those masks on our table and a woman came over and asked “do you mind if I take one for my husband”. I said “oooh, dangerous”. She knew she had dropped the ball (bad pun). I didn’t want to cross the line with a complete stranger and tell her that I though she wanted her husband to wear it in bed that night. As she was leaving she said “it is really for my nephew”. I suggested she should takes two, she laughed at least.
Later on we went to a fashionable bar. A beefcake I recognised was stopped outside and was not getting in (he takes way too many steroids). As I was discussing the situation with my friend in the smoking area a drug fiend came up to us and asked us if we had any pills. He was asking because my friend knew him from home. My friend answered “you junkie! ask some young guys instead”. He said he was going to a party nearby after. Then he walked to the corner and started empty retching on the ground. There wasn’t even any bile in his stomach. The DJ was playing everybody’s drinking. It was odd that this moment seemed to be a nexus between the two worlds depicted in the video. Good times.
Stripper: I spoke with a girl who I talked to for a few minutes once before. I asked her what she does and she said “at the moment, drinking”. I said “and during the week what do you do” and she said “I walk around”. We decided that this cryptic answer could only mean she was a stripper.
Stalking: I noticed some people who I know are in the habit of adding their location on Facebook. I know they have to intentionally do this but with some of the Facebook glitches what is to stop your app going rogue and automatically checking you into wherever you go. I wondered how they would feel if I went to where they were and took a photo of them or maybe with me sitting at their table if they left for a cigarette or to use the bathroom. I could then go home and upload it and tag them. To make it even more creepy this should be achieved before they had even left where they were checked into. While thinking about this sordid plan I shared a thought with a friend. I told him that my worst nightmare is that instead of typing someones name into the search box on facebook that I type it many times into “whats on your mind” instead.
