So, I went to the Blarney Stone for what seems like the 76th time with my friend Mike and his friend on Saturday, and, after quickly settling in with a jug of cream ale, I started to relax and chill. (I was pretty pumped in going, but then petered out very quickly when I got there, mainly because that was when I started to feel drained from my day).
Anyway, while Blarney isn't really known as a hotbed for modelesque female forms (similar to the current "cycle" on America's Next Top Model, where there's only like 2 girls that are hot), they generally have enough eye candy (at least for a non-sweet tooth person like me - okay, bad mix of both metaphor and actuality of my non-sweet tooth-ness - and, hyphen and dashes galore!) And since I heard that this was the Saturday after finals for all the schools, I thought it could only get better.
Looking around, I notice... Freshman 15. Everywhere. Everywhere on the girls. I did a quick mental comparison of the girls vs. the guys, and the distribution of the 15 definitely went towards the gender whose symbol has a cross. It's like they were giving out free cake, and only girls were allowed. It was very, very eery.
A further mental check of a couple of months ago when I came here, the 15 is definitely heightened over finals.
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