ok.
well, sigh, sigh, sigh.
things are busy. and so busy that sarah you freakin idiot have made myself so overtired and underalcoholed that now i have the wicked type of head cold that you take double the dose of day quil and apart from making you feel a bit kite flyey, doesn't even freakin touch you. so. yeah.
we'll start at the beginning which is a very good place to start.
went to the uk, saw tricia and weird b/f. yeah. he's off. like cash is off. just a little off y'know? had fun, over to ireland where i walked the ulysses walk and visited the joyce centre which like most things in ireland apart from government run national museums sits in a little house with two stories and is filled with, essentially nothing beyond a mask of his death face and the door to 7 eccles st. when the university student in her very attractive dublin speech tried to impart on me what 7 eccles st. meant i gave her my best 'you gotta be kidding me face' and she said, 'welp apart from bloomsday we only get one or two foreigners every few months that aren't just here cause it was in the lonely planet book.' ANYWAY half of eccles st. was knocked down for a condo or something including 7 but some joyce crazies kept it in a bar on the north side for like 20 years and when the joyce centre opened brought it to them. here's the thing that struck me, the entire city is literary. i mean there are plaques at each and every dublin pub, howth castle, butcher etc. that joyce mentions in ulysses commemorating it and quoting the passage it is from. at the top of the guinness brewery, there are joyce quotes surrounding the look out over dublin. there's a statue of joyce, parnell (not literary but cool), wilde, yeats etc. and all these writers are commemorated all over, from the dublin castle to their favourite pubs. very cool. and they didn't say THAT in lonely planet. then to limerick on a train bus bus bus bus train but it was worth it and beautiful.
so we stay in a hotel a little out of the city BUT there's a pub and at the pub are regulars and we all get there and tricia and off b/f go up for a nap and i go down for a drink because i understand jet lag and sleeping is not the answer. i come back out to meet tricia and off b/f we go back into the bar and the entire bar turns and says "heeeeeeey she's back" and i just thought gob would like that story because for reasons beyond me and perhaps beyond her drunk people REALLY like me.
um, then back to the UK where we did little in a day, but wandered through the tube and picadilly and such.
and now i'm back and working my ass off and sick and out to a conference in san diego next week which will be nice because a lot of the team and husbands are coming and i'm bringing new car guy who's too nice to me and frankly scaring me a little. like i'm waiting for him to throw my keys into the bushes and call the cops or throw a kettle at me. neither have occured. and that is so easy and refreshing and nice and lovely. and i think it's been a very long time since there's been someone normal who doesn't have any immediate weirdities and isn't trying to gain anything and is just kinda there. and sometime all you wanna do is be sure someone is there, and of that one thing i am sure, and also sure i like it.
oh and i'm buying an invisible fence for the dogs so i can just kinda let them out and awaiting big sister gob's comments on that.
when she bought a bark collar for her dog, tracy tried it on her own neck and has commented that i should do the same. i might on my wrist but don't know if i can do the neck thing.
and that's all the time i have today.
the next one will be better. i promise.
well, sigh, sigh, sigh.
things are busy. and so busy that sarah you freakin idiot have made myself so overtired and underalcoholed that now i have the wicked type of head cold that you take double the dose of day quil and apart from making you feel a bit kite flyey, doesn't even freakin touch you. so. yeah.
we'll start at the beginning which is a very good place to start.
went to the uk, saw tricia and weird b/f. yeah. he's off. like cash is off. just a little off y'know? had fun, over to ireland where i walked the ulysses walk and visited the joyce centre which like most things in ireland apart from government run national museums sits in a little house with two stories and is filled with, essentially nothing beyond a mask of his death face and the door to 7 eccles st. when the university student in her very attractive dublin speech tried to impart on me what 7 eccles st. meant i gave her my best 'you gotta be kidding me face' and she said, 'welp apart from bloomsday we only get one or two foreigners every few months that aren't just here cause it was in the lonely planet book.' ANYWAY half of eccles st. was knocked down for a condo or something including 7 but some joyce crazies kept it in a bar on the north side for like 20 years and when the joyce centre opened brought it to them. here's the thing that struck me, the entire city is literary. i mean there are plaques at each and every dublin pub, howth castle, butcher etc. that joyce mentions in ulysses commemorating it and quoting the passage it is from. at the top of the guinness brewery, there are joyce quotes surrounding the look out over dublin. there's a statue of joyce, parnell (not literary but cool), wilde, yeats etc. and all these writers are commemorated all over, from the dublin castle to their favourite pubs. very cool. and they didn't say THAT in lonely planet. then to limerick on a train bus bus bus bus train but it was worth it and beautiful.
so we stay in a hotel a little out of the city BUT there's a pub and at the pub are regulars and we all get there and tricia and off b/f go up for a nap and i go down for a drink because i understand jet lag and sleeping is not the answer. i come back out to meet tricia and off b/f we go back into the bar and the entire bar turns and says "heeeeeeey she's back" and i just thought gob would like that story because for reasons beyond me and perhaps beyond her drunk people REALLY like me.
um, then back to the UK where we did little in a day, but wandered through the tube and picadilly and such.
and now i'm back and working my ass off and sick and out to a conference in san diego next week which will be nice because a lot of the team and husbands are coming and i'm bringing new car guy who's too nice to me and frankly scaring me a little. like i'm waiting for him to throw my keys into the bushes and call the cops or throw a kettle at me. neither have occured. and that is so easy and refreshing and nice and lovely. and i think it's been a very long time since there's been someone normal who doesn't have any immediate weirdities and isn't trying to gain anything and is just kinda there. and sometime all you wanna do is be sure someone is there, and of that one thing i am sure, and also sure i like it.
oh and i'm buying an invisible fence for the dogs so i can just kinda let them out and awaiting big sister gob's comments on that.
when she bought a bark collar for her dog, tracy tried it on her own neck and has commented that i should do the same. i might on my wrist but don't know if i can do the neck thing.
and that's all the time i have today.
the next one will be better. i promise.
posted by Faint faint faintedink at 9:52 a.m.
