Did ya miss us? Well we missed each other. We are going to start to regularly update this thing. In order to properly do so I am going to recap what’s been going on in each of our lives. It will be a long one but it must be done. I will start with Paige.
In December our Paige made the move to Ireland, she stayed in Mayo, met a lot of Irish mothers, ate a lot of meat, drank a LOT of tea, travelled to Belfast, took a tour from a Nationalist who said he was shitting his pants while we drove through Loyalists areas in fear of being recognized, went to the most over crowded cemetery I have ever seen, saw the Giants Causeway, bussed to Tipperary, had more tea, saw some pikey's, hit on a 18 year old at a club, turned around to find all my friends laughing at me, saw Beth, hitched a ride to Connemara, went to a bar where Irish was the spoken language, drove 30 minutes to a club that looked like high school prom, convinced Beth not to go for the guy with missing teeth, narrowly escaped becoming someone's baby mama, went to Kerry, convinced some footballers I was the Rose of San Francisco, went to Galway got banned from a bar for calling the bouncer a cunt, in Dublin went to Copper's with some friends of friends from Roscommon, ditched them for a boy from Limerick, moved to Cork, got a blow up mattress, bought a lot of clothes, made friends with my housemates who like their drink and probably know the local bookie’s birthday and kids name, went to the dog track, bet on a dag named Yeah Richie and lost 3Euro, definitely a sign, developed a great impersonation of the Cork accent, went to Killarney for a poker tourney which turned into a 5 day bender with nothing but champagne, became a fan of rugby and Liverpool, developed an unhealthy crush on Jonny Sexton, took a road trip to Clare for a going away party in the smallest bar in Ireland, played housewife, made dinner, cleaned house, developed a nickname and is now only referred to as "the Yank", spent a lot of time hung-over and sick on busses, tackled some daytime sessions, and flew to London.
I stayed in SF for a couple months, ate a lot of pub food, made some great new Sunday drinking buddies, got rid of the Richmond house, quit my job, flew to New York, saw my sister, saw my niece, played a lot of hide and seek, took her to day care, did some Bikram, listened to a lot of Hova, picked the kid up, played more hide and seek, walked the dog, saw SJP and Ferris Bueller, Pollack, Matisse, and Van Gogh, smoked some pot, met some hipsters, met a bud light commercial "star" who took me to a dance party, danced till 6am drinking tall cans of bud light, saw our lovely Canadian singer Jess, drank Patron and talked about San Francisco life and music, woke up fully clothed in the right hotel, wrong room, flew to Israel, hiked the Negev, floated in the Dead Sea, saw a lot of missiles in a town that was last bombed in November of 2010, hiked Masada at 4am, lived off hummus and hard liquor, falafel or shwarma was my biggest decision, got a lot of propaganda, met a lot of soldiers, heard a lecture from a guy that had dinner with Noam Chompsky last month, they didn’t agree, prayed at the Western Wall, drank Goldstar in Jerusalem, had Lebanese food, slept in a Bedouin tent, had the best sing song ever, sorry Kevin, saw more graves of 19 year olds than I would have liked to, stayed in a kabbutz, had Shabbat with my aunt and watched the news from Japan, heard some more guitar, heard a lot of Jesus jokes, rode a camel, did an epic card trick, said some jokes, kissed an Israeli soldier, but everyone in Isreal has been a soldier and knows how to shoot a gun, did some drugs, stayed out in Tel Aviv dancing until the sun was up in this secular city that is filled with art, energy, music, and truly never sleeps, saw a Rabbit at the flea market, laid on the beach, ate a lot cheese, saw a soccer game, heard war stories filled with more emotion I am used to, heard only a bit of dissent, heard some Sinatra from a guy from LA, had more amazing food, drank absinth, took a sharoot to the train station, got in a haggling fight with my cab driver, ended up by hugging him goodbye, and took a 5 hour Easy Jet flight to London.
Love, Rebecca
