The return of Verbal Jazz
Verbal Jazz is back after completely wedding nuptials and honeymooning in Ireland. Believe it or not, but they actually speak English there. Here is a special honeymoon edition of Crap That I'm Sick of...
1. Driving: Driving on the left is one thing, it is just a matter of getting everything backward. In fact, I was so backward that every time the Missus said, "Left" I thought "Right" and vice versa. Seriously. The worst things about driving in Ireland are the deathtrap roads when you get out to the sticks and the insanely aggressive drivers that tailgate you and pass (on the right) into oncoming traffic. Driving in Ireland is not for the faint of heart.
2. No news: The Missus and I had to wait until we got back home to hear that the Marlins had won the World Series. I also just found out today that pre-eminent glass house stone thrower, Rush Limbaugh, is taking a stint in rehab (Please note that Verbal Jazz will refrain from laughing at Limbaugh's plight, addiction is a complicated mess. Verbal Jazz would just like to note the irony here). Mostly, we were inundated with overblown paeans to the Concorde aircraft and some new controversial steroid, in addition to football (soccer style), rugby and cricket.
3. Smoky pubs: Thankfully it is easier to breathe in Boston pubs. The smoke gets so thick that you feel dirty afterward. Seriously, that level of cigarette smoke is like rolling around in a lot of dirt that you put into your lungs. Although the dirt is cleaner.
4. Guiness-ification: Every souvenir shop had a large proportion of Guiness (the stout, not the world record book) paraphernalia: key rings, slippers, hats, t-shirts, rugby shirts, candles, bar sets, bar towels, boxer shorts, thongs. Too bad I pissed out all the Guiness I drank (which was actually not very much, wine goes much better with good food and honeymoons).
5. Tourist traps: visiting the Poulnabrone Dolmen elicited a shout of, "That's it!?" Very similar to Plymouth rock, actually. The Cliffs of Moher were overrun with tourists. The best thing the Missus and I actually saw was quite accidental. After taking a wrong turn in Connemara we were on our way back when we saw the most gorgeous rainbow. We had already seen a couple that day, but this was spectacular. There was no one else out there with the exception of the truckers on these small roads. |
Verbal Jazz is back after completely wedding nuptials and honeymooning in Ireland. Believe it or not, but they actually speak English there. Here is a special honeymoon edition of Crap That I'm Sick of...
1. Driving: Driving on the left is one thing, it is just a matter of getting everything backward. In fact, I was so backward that every time the Missus said, "Left" I thought "Right" and vice versa. Seriously. The worst things about driving in Ireland are the deathtrap roads when you get out to the sticks and the insanely aggressive drivers that tailgate you and pass (on the right) into oncoming traffic. Driving in Ireland is not for the faint of heart.
2. No news: The Missus and I had to wait until we got back home to hear that the Marlins had won the World Series. I also just found out today that pre-eminent glass house stone thrower, Rush Limbaugh, is taking a stint in rehab (Please note that Verbal Jazz will refrain from laughing at Limbaugh's plight, addiction is a complicated mess. Verbal Jazz would just like to note the irony here). Mostly, we were inundated with overblown paeans to the Concorde aircraft and some new controversial steroid, in addition to football (soccer style), rugby and cricket.
3. Smoky pubs: Thankfully it is easier to breathe in Boston pubs. The smoke gets so thick that you feel dirty afterward. Seriously, that level of cigarette smoke is like rolling around in a lot of dirt that you put into your lungs. Although the dirt is cleaner.
4. Guiness-ification: Every souvenir shop had a large proportion of Guiness (the stout, not the world record book) paraphernalia: key rings, slippers, hats, t-shirts, rugby shirts, candles, bar sets, bar towels, boxer shorts, thongs. Too bad I pissed out all the Guiness I drank (which was actually not very much, wine goes much better with good food and honeymoons).
5. Tourist traps: visiting the Poulnabrone Dolmen elicited a shout of, "That's it!?" Very similar to Plymouth rock, actually. The Cliffs of Moher were overrun with tourists. The best thing the Missus and I actually saw was quite accidental. After taking a wrong turn in Connemara we were on our way back when we saw the most gorgeous rainbow. We had already seen a couple that day, but this was spectacular. There was no one else out there with the exception of the truckers on these small roads. |
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