Basically as Mad and I were walking the 40 minutes home (it is 40 when I'm sick and yammering in my muppet voice about stomach pains) and suddenly this 7-8 year old kid dashes across the road. He gets to that fence you see behind him (yeah, it's about chest high) jumps over that (well, kinda falls) and then rushes across the other two lanes of road to slam to a stop in front of Mad Jack and say, "Hey! Whasyaname,mister? CinIwharyahat!" (roughly translated into Jersey "Yo, dude. What is your name, sir? I like you hat? Can I try it on to show off to my friends across the street?")
So Mad Jack let's him wear the hat and snaps a picture (I blurred it so it's not as creepy). We talk to him for a bit, find out he's more well-traveled than I was at the age of 7-8 having been to Boston. Didn't know where Jersey was, but he understood near New York was cool.
I was worried for a hot second that he was gonna dash back across the street with it. So while Mad Jack was snapping above picture, I was formulating what I was going to call after him:
*please read this in the most epic, Morgan Freeman and/or old gypsy woman voice you have
"Irish child, you must know the history of the hat. This white fedora was born in an unknown country; it has no tag. It was sold in Upstate New York to me as a gift for my boyfriend. He has worn it since in Wildwood, New Jersey as a pirate and now in Galway, Ireland as a student. It has been lost 37 times (that's maybe exaggerating, but if you're doing the voice right it's believable). People stop him on the street and comment on the hat. We're not sure if that's good or not. So God-speed with it, Irish boy. You're wearing it backwards!"
Then he gave it back and so I didn't get to shout after him.
Later on, we asked our roommate when we got home if this was normal and he's like "Ya. Pretty standard yoke."
Yoke means "unpleasant thing", "egg yolk", "Ecstasy pills," and a general derogatory term. They have lots of general derogatory terms.
So today, I also figure out something nifty my camera does (thanks again, sis). Check this out:
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| Can anyone see what's wrong with this street? |
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| Sky, buildings, water, and trees! |
So more of those to come in the future probably.
Later on in the day, Mad Jack and I got a really neat opportunity to see a man preform a one man show and then discuss his entire career afterward. It was really nifty. His show is called The Dubliners Dilemma and it's about Grant Richards, the guy who took the risk to publish James Joyce's The Dubliners. It was a really interesting 50 minute show about the gamble and included a couple of the more controversial short stories from that work acted out by the one man, with characters and voices. It was really entertaining and I think I'm going to start trying to read Joyce again.
Here's a picture of the man after the show while he was explaining his career (of which I retained nothing...):
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| Now imagine him playing 2 little boys, the pedophile they encounter; 2 college jocks, the lady they encounter; a mother, a very nervous singer, an abusive father, and various other people in the mind of James Joyce. |
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Later in the evening, Mad and I went to another show which he described as "Amateur Night at the Town Hall Theater." It was actually for something called culture night and it was very post-modern. Due to our still very debilitating stomach illness (good news I didn't accidentally poison us. We're still experiencing the pangs so it has to be a flu), Mad Jack and I left after only see half the six act variety show. The first act was a bunch of different scenes merged into one 30 minute block. It was acted out by three women. They drew from the shows Macbeth (3 witches scene), some restoration play than neither Mad Jack or I could figure out, something incredibly absurd possibly Beckett, and then Grace's monologue from Faith Healer. It was very well done. The three had really great physicality and used their bodies in really funny ways (particularly when acting as old women). Also, and I'm sorry Salty Meg, they stole our idea of the witches in Macbeth having this hat...
The second act was a woman lip-syncing some interesting monologues while doing random things. For example, the scene in There will be Blood where the one guy bullies the other guy about a milkshake, she was mouthing along and making a milkshake. Then at the end of it she gave that milkshake to a woman in the first row. Then while mouthing along to Warren Zevons "For my Next Trick I'll Need a Volunteer" she brought the same woman on stage, stole her glasses, blindfolded her, and fed her. Weird stuff. Even Mad Jack couldn't figure it out.
The next act was the one we came to see. Two violinists, a french singer, and a woman reading spoken word poetry in Gaelic. Gaelic is a hell of a language if you've not heard it spoken. Sung doesn't count. Find a youtube video of someone speaking in Gaelic. I'll wait...
See. It's alien. Like outerspace.
The actress read two things in Gaelic, which Mad Jack (because he knows her) knew about. The first was about her trip to France (which for some reason had lot's of references to Sound of Music as the only bits I understood were Maria, Hills are alive, Von Trap, and Do Re Mi. Also the violinists were playing "Do Re Mi" and "Edelweiss") the second was about Gallway (and James Joyce and Nora Barnacle, his wife).
Then we walked home and were accosted by a toddler who wanted to wear Mad's Hat. It was a surreal night... not are surreal as my hallucination night was but... I was waiting for the fish to walk though.
Yeah also... this startled my reality:
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| Look how guilty he looks that I've found out. Why Tony? Was "Frosted Flakes" offensive here? Is "Frosties" so much better? |
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