Scenes From a Notebook
So this is actually what I planned on writing about in the last post before I got caught up in that personal tangent about keeping a notebook to remind myself more of who I was in that moment rather than where and what I was doing. I did touch on the types of notes that I keep but I just wanted to share a few random notes. Nothing too deep.
Couple on flight from Cleveland to New York has cat with them. Are discussing what sounds like potential volunteer options; Helping build a village in the Philippines would “just end up being a bunch of white people.”
Forgot to secure my water bottle and book and both ended up two rows ahead of me after landing.
Ladies at the Delta counter in JFK with very thick New York accents looking up astrological signs of customers. Using them to explain why the last guy was an ass. Told me they’d look mine up too when I walked away. Told them I was a Leo as I walked away.
Couple at Brasserie bar in JFK order a bottle of Merlot and a plate of fries. Haven’t talked to each other.
Would it be weird if I bought something from the Metropolitan Museum of Art gift shop in the airport if I’ve never actually been to the museum?
Doing surprisingly well being on the other side of the road until it comes to being on country roads at night.
Camera strap came undone, again, this time at Bray Cliffs. Landed pretty heavy, lens first on the ground. Honestly surprised it still works and annoyed this happens on a regular basis.
Behind a family of four on the descent from Bray Head; two daughters; youngest one complaining most of the time, thorn stuck in her at one point; screamed bloody murder when the dad took it out.
Stepped in dog shit at the bottom of the mountain.
Flat whites served at every coffee shop. Starbucks, the only place I can get one back home and which I enjoy, has worst. Investigate this upon return.
Nachos at movie theater are just cheese Doritos.
Signs at restaurants “Only Irish beef served here” Very big on making it clear their meat is from Ireland. Dairy too. All over grocery stores.
Many commercials for vegetarian brands.
Graphic and intense PSA’s. “Every year we tell you to stop drinking and driving but YOU JUST. WON’T. LISTEN.”
Turns out I’m pretty allergic to cats.
“Oh he’s gay? I want him in my butt.”
Garden centers have cafe’s. Full blown cafes.
On train to Dublin; “instant coffee or brewed?” Assuming instant is the packets you just stir. Brewed has grounds in the bottom. Mesh in the lid to keep you from drinking the grounds. Older gentleman with claddagh wrist tattoo drank from wrong hole, mouthful of grounds.
Suddenly smells like bacon?
Guy on Grolwr from Texas messaged me. Wasn’t into anything sexual. Didn’t even like kissing. Just really into watching guys on the toilet… (I’m not entirely sure why I wrote this down)
Teen keeps yelling “I fucked your mom, Shit Lips.”
Shock Treatment: Pseudo-sequel to Rocky Horror; not.. great but the soundtrack is killer.
Drive-in Bingo; Sit in your car; numbers called out over the loudspeaker from inside the hall; nothing like American bingo; “All the legs, eleven.” Won 10 euro; Woman in car to the left had at least 3 sheets going at once
Working at Wildflower Cafe; can’t understand half of what coworkers saying; had to have them repeat themselves multiple times only to stare blankly at them and still ask “what?”; are shocked Americans don’t have sugar bowls and that rocky road is known solely for being an ice cream flavor; sweet tea is sacrilegious.
Haven’t pooped since Monday, maybe I’ll write about that.