Re: Kate/OPEN - 8pm - pool area
"Indeed. Commercialism at its finest," James concurred. He recalled that in Dublin, many of the shoppes were decked out in red and white and Christmas themes in early November, with no Thanksgiving celebration to put off invoking the whole 'holiday' vibe (and the 'buy this gift' vibe). Even the churches were becoming dependent on tourism in the area. "St. Patrick's Day is the worst." It was actually almost disgusting to him, the way Irish culture was commercialised - he might have to go into a hidey hole this year and not come out until April.
And obviously he was talking to a classy lady who wouldn't drink green beer or wear shamrock shorts - and for that he was grateful. D1 too, that was some fancy shite. "A pleasure, Kate," he smiled warmly at her. "Not long at all. Just about two months or so. I moved across the country and just started a job as a psychiatrist, at the county hospital. So moving here's been a whirlwind." Not to mention their building was bonkershits. "And yourself?"