I know, I know... I've been off the map for a while...

I know it's been a while, like all weekend long, since I've blogged. But honestly. I've been back to my hostel for only like 3 hours from about Friday at 9 till like this morning at 7, so that is why I haven't had a chance to blog.

So, I'm trying not to make a big deal out of this, because, well, let's face it. I tend to make huge deals out of stupid things, and then just look retarded when things don't work out the way I planned it. Now, I'm sure Maura is thinking, "yeah right, after the message that I recieved Saturday night, not a big deal my ass". Haha. So, perhaps I made a big deal out of it then, but I was intoxicated, and therefore, not in control of my actions. Haha.

Let's just say I've been spending some time with Darko, Mr. Slovenia, and I like him. He invited me out on Friday night, and we were pretty much inseparable the rest of the weekend. Let's see, Darko, he seems like your typical Eastern European. Dark hair, dark eyes, heavy accent, abrubt and straitforward mannerisms, skinny. So completely different from most American guys, you can't help but be a little drawn to him. He's 26, plays Tennis, is into photography, has one sister, and his favorite music is Phantom of the Opera. He cooks, he likes to tell jokes, likes to peruse the internet, he has three different degrees, speaks three languages, and has no qualms about telling you what's on his mind, seriously, about anything. He loves his country and most of the other Eastern European countries, and apparently for fun he likes to fight. He's going to Slovenia for a week on the 17th and invited me to go with him.

Now, should I kiss and tell?

Saturday was a good day. After he cooked breakfast we walked around the city in the morning, sat at a coffee shop reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, went into this store called Arnott's where we had fun testing out the couches (not in a dirty way. Just sitting and feeling. Honestly people, get your minds out of the gutter!). We walked back to my hostel, made some lunch, and watched television for a while. Afterwards we walked up to Grafton street because he had a building to show me. The building was closed so as we were walking away we passed a Cathedral, and went in. That's right people. Only one major flaw. Catholic, and incredibly spiritual. Talk about being a tiny bit uncomfortable with the Virgin Mary staring you down and Jesus up on the crucifix. We only stayed a minute, thank Jesus, and walked around doing some window shopping. We went into my favourite store Monsoon and I left disapointed because I can't afford to buy like anything in that damn store. We had dinner at a really nice Chinese Restaurant, and he ordered everything for the both of us. From dinner we headed to a pub, that was so unbelievably crowded. You all know how much I despise large crowds of people, but he wanted to stay. There was a live band playing which was nice and we were on the top floor. Neither one of us thought we would get a seat, because there was roughly a million people in the bar, so we stood around listening to the music and this really nice couple looked up at us and said "Hey, guys we're leaving, would you like our seats, these girls behind us have been eyeing them, but I know you two were here firts". This made my night. Nice people, who make an effort to help others, is what I live for. We were both so grateful to them, all I could say was "Oh my god, that was so nice, thank you so much". We had planned on having only one drink, but since we were able to sit down, we didn't want to waste the seats, and had a few more. At that point he told me the only thing he didn't like about me was that I drink Bulmers. We left the pub around one, and since we were staying in separate hostels, and apparently he wasn't ready to be separated from me, we booked a room in a bed and breakfast. It was so nice. It really made me never want to go back to the hostel. The shower was amazing. It was the first proper shower I'd had since being here. Also, included in the stay was a traditional Irish breakfast, which I didn't eat most of because it's really not good for you. But I still thought it was cool. We left the B&B around 11, tried to go back to the building on Grafton Street, but it didn't open until 12, so we went back into the Cathedral. Haha. That's right, back into the Cathedral to pay our respects to the Lord. I really shouldn't be mocking his faith, but come on. You all know me. Luckily, we didn't delve too deeply into my religious views. Maybe it'll never come up again. So we hung out on Grafton street for a while, and then went to the grocery store to buy food for lunch. He made us lunch of pasta and steak, and then we watched the Rugby game with Lionel (the south african) and Dee-dee, his girlfriend, who, I really liked. It would be nice to have a girl friend here, since I've been hanging out with mostly boys for the past two weeks. But we'll see. After the Rugby game, Ireland won by the way, we had dinner of eggs, beans, and this disgusting crap they eat here called black pudding, which is a kind of sausage with rice in it. Every time we eat, Darko tries piling food on my plate, and he made me try the black pudding. It was disgusting. I wasn't wrong. He had to finish it for me. We continued to watch television. We watched scrubs, because Dee Dee loves Scrubs. Jessi, it was the one with David Frazer as Dr. Cox brother, and it turns out he's dead. You're right. Sad. Seriously had to hold back tears, and friends. Friends was the one with Ben Stiller as Rachel's angry boyfriend, and only Ross knows but no one will believe him. I felt a little bad for Darko while watching this because he didn't really understand what was funny about it. We were all laughing and he said "Why is that funny". Then we watched some south park, which I found to be hysterical. He had to work early this morning, so we went to bed fairly early. I didn't sleep well, however, because one of the boys in the apartment snores like a rhino and could be heard through the entire place. This morning we woke up, rode the bus into the city (I really do prefer walking) and went our separate ways.

That was my weekend, in not quite a nutshell. It was a good weekend. It's almost like a weekend I would have back home. Friends, food, sports, bars. It was nice not feeling like a lepper like I have been recently. But like I said, I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it. Whatever happens, happens, and at least I had a good weekend. That's not to say I wouldn't mind a repeat. I like him, and I like having people to hang out with on a regular basis.

I'll keep you posted... :-)