As you can imagine, I did most of my transiting in the evening, venturing forth to procure sustenance. Sustenance in the form of vodka.
The past couple of nights, I've spent my time helping my best friend moving into his new apartment. Thankfully, it's within a hundred yards of his last apartment, so ferrying the furniture was not an onerous affair. On the downside, his apartment is amazing. It's small, cozy, well furnished, and well decorated. I'm going to murder him just so I can live there (don't worry, that's a joke - or is it?). I'll at least get a copy of his key so I can sleep on the couch. After the hauls were completed for the day, we sat down, each with a tall glass of vodka (the only thing he had in the new refrigerator), and watched Band of Brothers. We finished part 6 tonight. The rest will come soon.
I haven't had liquor since the beginning of the new year (at least), so it's an experience that's put me off keel a bit. I'm not drunk, but I have a fucking headache. Have had a fucking headache for the past two nights.
It may not be the vodka, though. It may be the Irish (or Gaeilge).
That's right, I'm that bored.
The headaches are cause by either the attempt to pronounce each word correctly or the one to understand just how the written language translates into the spoken. All English considerations of the alphabet be damned.
Example!
An bhfuil sì ag lèamh nuachtàin? Nìl sì ag lèamh nuachtàin. Tà sì ag lèamh leabhar.
When spoken, it sounds like:
An vweel she ag lave noktine? Neel she ag lave noktine. Ta she ag lave levah.
It translates to:
Will she read the newsaper? No, she won't read the newspaper. She's reading a book.
Another example!
Tà na daoine fasta ag còcaireacht. An bhfuil na fir ag ithe feoil nò rìs?
Spoken as:
Taa na donna fasta ag cokarac. An vweel na fish ag e-hay fyole noo rish?
Translates to:
Those people are cooking. Will the men be eating meat or rice?
And then they start throwing in numbers and colors and my head explodes. Seriously, my tongue is tired.
I'm no duine deisbhéalach, especially when it comes to Gaeilge, but I just started on Saturday, so give me a break.
This was also a good weekend for music. These are the new acquisitions:
Dear and the Headlights - Small Steps, Heavy Hooves
Dear and the Headlights - Drunk Like Bible Times
Portugal. The Man - Church Mouth
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Portugal. The Man - Censored Colors
Minus the Bear - Planet of Ice
The Sound of Animals Fighting - Lover, The Lord Has Left Us
Dr. Dog - Fate
Blonde Redhead - An Expression of the Inexpressible
The Good Life - Album of the Year
The Good Life - Help Wanted Nights
This week at work should be a good one. And that week starts in...5 hours. Shit.
