Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Morning, evening

I woke up yesterday in Dublin. That sounds like a song lyric, but it is, in fact, a simple declarative statement about my life. And not all that exciting a statement, considering I had gone to bed in Dublin the night before.

It would be a much more interesting story if I had woken up in Dublin after a night of heavy drinking in another country. But I already have a story like that, and a man's liver can only stand so many such experiences. In this case I was simply visiting Donal and Isobel in the comfy green of north Dublin. It was in their apartment that I woke up. Again, this story would be so much better if I hadn't been invited to their apartment, or if I had woken up between them dressed in a leather nurse's uniform and covered head-to-toe in 5W-40 motor oil. Sadly, that didn't happen either.

Visiting Ireland has such an iconic status in the American imagination that I feel ashamed to come back from a weekend in Dublin with a simple tale of grown-ups in a large metropolitan area doing boring grown-up-like things such as: going to dinner, taking a bit of a walk, looking at things in a museum, and checking train times.

If it makes you feel better, we did tend to stay up late drinking beer and talking. But even in that case, the content of our conversations wasn't all that exciting. It was agreed that clocks have grown quite clever over the past several years, the public transportation infrastructures of both Ireland and the United States are woefully inadequate, young people's tendency to finish texts with numerous "x" kisses causes confusion (Do my female classmates really mean that? Are the kisses like Tesco Clubcard points? Can I cash them in for real kisses, or a holiday in Mallorca?), and Something Should Be Done about China but we're not entirely sure what.

It doesn't make the best story, but I had a good time.

I went to bed last night in Cardiff. The story of that adventure I'll save for another post.

8 comments:

Brian said...

I find that Donal and I tend to talk about health insurance a lot when I visit with him.

Those crazy Irish!

Lucky said...

Truly, for maximum story impact, "I woke up in Dublin," should be followed with "Which was strange because I went to bed in Houston."

Shoot, you could base a whole novel off of those two sentences.

Chris Cope said...

Again, Lucky -- I've already done that. The novel didn't sell.

Ruby said...

Did you include the bit about a french maid costume and motor oil?

If not, a simple rewrite will probably turn it into a best-seller and get it featured on Oprah. Just sayin'...

Teaandcakes said...

ok lads, don't sell us too much - don't want a stampede of people desperate to visit us for the wild times and crazy parties.

Lucy said...

You came to Ireland AGAIN and I missed you AGAIN! Gah!

Chris Cope said...

Lucy -- Yeah, but I told you I was coming.

a. fortis said...

I want to go to Ireland. Boo. Stupid weak dollar.