Riga comes to Ireland
Cork Travel Blog› entry 52 of 113 › view all entries
August 3rd, 2008 – by: afredrix
Despite their already full house, Colm let me stay and join the Latvian-Irish party. Meeting him and his friends completed the circle that started in my stay in Riga. Kristine, Keiko and a handful of others I met there had lived and worked in Cork and hung out with all the guys I was meeting now. So along with the comfort of seeing Kristine again, I also knew everyone they were talking about and could put faces with the names in their stories.
We checked out the local pub and joined the room full of 60+ year-old white hairs to listen and laugh at the washed-up lounge act performing songs ranging from Neil Diamond to Jay-Z. (Okay, so Jay-Z might be a slight exaggeration, but the music was eclectic and wrong coming from this guy, all the same.) The real music entertainment came when we went back to the house. Colm and Alan are amazing musicians and serenaded us til the wee hours of the morning with their guitars and voices.
I also got my first real taste of the very Irish habit of saying "like" and the end of every sentence. I mean it, like. The end of EVERY sentence, like. As a habitual over-user of the unnecessary word myself, the fact that it came at the END of the sentence baffled me into the point of fascination. I watched each Irishman (or woman) curiously, trying to guess when they'd use it next and figure out some sort of pattern. My conclusion is that there is zero rhyme or reason to it. And the crazy part is that it has actually stopped sounding strange. Through my stay in Ireland, I've slowly assembled a definitive phrase that encompasses all the Irishisms I've picked up from the locals. It goes a little something like this:
"Now, boy. I think you should see it just for the craic. Your man was brilliant. It'll be grand. You know what I mean, like?"
Learn that and you'll blend right in with the locals. Seriously, like.
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