Hey, People!
Back in Ireland.
I seem to like it here. I feel like I’ve been here a lot lately. Usually for work/vacation. This is the first time I’ve come here just for time off. I’ve never really travelled around much. This trip we’re going up to the northeastern part of the country. We’re going to see the craggy cliffs and rocks in the rain and grayness. Maybe there will be sun but we aren’t anticipating that. We knew what we were getting into.
I like it gray and rainy and green. I always have. But now more than ever after living in LA for so long where most times you feel like you’re living in a landscape of kindling. Just dry and arid.
Lush is nice.
I seem to be over the tropical vacation for now.
I’ve been here a couple of days and I really thought I would ease into the Irish eating, but no. I’m already sconed and heavily soda breaded. Not to mention egged and baconed up. It started on the plane.
We took an overnight flight here and I generally don’t sleep on planes. So, once it was lights out I was just sitting there obsessing on the fact that I got new lenses in my glasses the day before I l left and they didn’t feel quite right. Like shit was a little blurry. So, I decided to fester on the fact that my entire trip may be ruined by my inability to see properly and there would be nothing I could do about it. There are no lens places that can knock out a pair of progressives overnight. So, I was mad and sitting in the dark on the plane and there were two dessert options. Cheese Plate and Ice Cream. I wanted to eat my anger a bit so I went with the cheese. I don’t eat much cheese. I knew I didn’t want to get the ice cream. I ate it all quickly and intensely. Wasn’t great. Then, I told the flight attendant to bring me the ice cream. Fuck it. I ate that the same way. Better.
Then I reclined and drifted into a slight sugar coma sleep only to be woken up by massive turbulence. Bad. As I laid there I thought about whether or not I wanted to die reclining or in an upright position. I also had a moment where I felt genuinely happy I had eaten the ice cream, which is rare. I thought as we were spiraling into the ocean to our deaths I could at least be thinking, ‘I’m glad I decided to go for the ice cream.’ As opposed to, ‘why the fuck didn’t I eat that shitty ice cream?’ So, that was good.
I bought a tweed cap.
In other news, my father apparently listened to an episode of the podcast for the first time. He had seen the new Edward Norton movie ‘Motherless Brooklyn’ and liked it. I told him I talked to Edward and it was good. I sent him a link with instructions how to listen and he did it! He said it was great how we talked. I told him there’s over one thousand other talks he could listen to the same way, even a president. He laughed.
Today on the show I talk to Tony Hale about his hilarious acting and non-hilarious acting and faith. On Thursday I talk to Lili Taylor about her career and birds. Great talks!
Enjoy!
Boomer lives!
Love,
Maron