Missing Snowy.

That's the story.
Among the Christmas decorations in Wicklow Town there was a 60ft inflatable snowman (called Snowy) that has disappeared in the first hours of last Monday morning.

RTÉ, The Independent, The Journal, Wicklow News and other several newspapers are talking about that. Even the Garda is after Snowy disappeareance.

It looks most likely a windy kidnapping than the brilliant idea of a theft by a drunk.

What's funny behind that it's the reaction of the Town about this episode.

There's even a page on FB that I strictly reccomend if you want to have some fun and a laugh.

For sure, if it's an incident, a theft or just a publicity stunt, this Christmas we'll have something funny to talk about. 

I know I'd be serious but, hell, I'm rolling on the floor! It's like living in one of those TV Show episodes.

Give us our Snowman back!
Now, excuse me, but I gotta go. I have to find Snowy...

By night.

I definitively love this town.

Main Street

Market Square

Fitzwilliam Square

Fitzwilliam Square

Fitzwilliam Square

Market Square

Wicklow Gaol

It's Christmas time.

Take a 6 months old hyperactive kitten.

Take a nice decorated brighten tree.

Take it as her 1st Christmas.

How does it look like?

Hell, yeah...

Simple beauty.

Usually I get a lot of compliments for my photos, but honestly I just push a button.

It's the spot that deserves.

Grrrr.

I hate when I'm close to my period. I feel like the world is going to end.
Just like now.

Doh!

Finally when the plot became clear into my mind, paragraph after paragraph, chapter after chapter, here that I need to learn English first.
Holy Cow!

Once upon a long ago...

There's something wrong with the fairy stories we've been told when we were children.

We, romatic girls, grew up with this stupid idea that someday THE Prince Charming will come to save us, whoever he is.

Then, there's this belief that some kind of inner clock starts to tick time out on about the age of 30.

So, here that you see all those women running after men with the urge of getting a ring on their fingers and starting a family.

At 30.

When I turned 30 my father "suggested" me to put my head on my shoulders. I looked at my life, the boyfriend I was with and not only I broke the relationship few months later, but I deleted also the word "marriage" from my dictionary.

Too young to get caught in a lifetime relationship, too child myself to grow one up, still too much will of having fun.

People today have children even when over 40, science and medicine are no longer what they were 50 years ago (and over) so no hurry at all. Plus, life is longer than before. We've plenty of time.

Back to the fables that brainwashed us, the plot is always the same: there's this young girl in need, she finds her Prince, everybody's happy. The END.

Probably someone needs to think what that "END" means.

Even in case of just one child you've already fucked the next 16 years of your life: no pubs, no drinking, no clubs, no nights out with friends, no trips around the world, END of fun.

Enjoy your life till you're young, Lil Lady, your body is not going wasted itself.

So...

I have all these characters on mind and, while I'm looking for a decent plot, they're joyfully drinking at the bar...

Backstage of a Pub.

Working in a pub/bar/restaurant could seem a boring job but there are aspects and perspectives that a normal customer doesn't see.

Foe example, you know the level of drunkenness of the night before by the number of drinks poured on the floor. Who haven't, in a moment of enthusiasm, shook their hands in the air hitting their own glass?

I guess it happened at least once to the all of us.

What caught my attention, instead, has been the sexual activity related to the bathrooms, male or female.

First, we already caught a couple having fun on the sink into the disabled toilet.

Second, if you spend a minute to look at the dispensers placed there you'll notice that you can find mints, chewing gums, tampons, condoms (you never know how cool you could feel after a number of cocktails) AND....

A "love ring".   

Nope, I'm not referring to the romantic golden version of it, I'm talking about the following:

Now, there might be a reasonable explanation why the dispenser into the female toilet is always empty unlike the always-equipped-one in the opposite restroom.

Well, I didn't find it yet though.

The only thing I think is that it could be funny just rotating one of the surveillance cameras to the doors just to see who gets in and out and who wasn't supposed to be there.

You know, Wicklow is a smaaaaaall town!!!

And I'm curious like a cat...