Okkervil River didn't come on stage until 11:30pm. Consequently, we didn't get back to Bethel until 4am. I still had some loose ends to tie up in terms of packing, so I just took a half-hour nap, finished packing, and drove home. The rain lead to the creek flooding, so half of my driveway was underwater. Slept through the entire car ride to KC without thinking twice about it.
I was really impressed by my mom; I don't think she shed a single tear until after I was gone.
KC to Newark was uneventful. However, Newark to Belfast was ridiculous. I became overwhelmed with faux-nostalgia for the US the second we took off, and I chose to embrace this. I utilized the plane's spiffy multimedia gadget to listen to Toby Kieth's "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue" ("We'll shove a boot in your ass, it's the American way"), watch the Commie-ass kicking extravaganza of Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull, and drink twice as much Jack Daniel's as I had intended, because the stewardess didn't have the right change if I ordered a single.
And now here I am in Derry. It's dirty, rainy, fast as hell, and I think I'll fit in alright. The study-abroad director (Jim: well-read, conscientious objector in 'Nam, voice like Garrison Keillor; obviously I love him) took me and the other BCA students out for dinner. The only thing noteworthy: "Bottle of Beer" was the only beer listing on the menu, so I ordered that. What do they bring me? Not Guinness, not Harp, not Beamish, not some weird shit I'd never heard of, but that good ol' W-T classic... BUDWEISER. First fuckin' beer I have in Ireland, Budweiser. Ridiculous.
I'll put some pictures up soon, of my flat, and the city, and maybe some rain.
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Hey, I hope you will have a chance to try some other beers. How's things? Txt me, or send me an email. Property of Bethel College athletics 4 Eva!!
I don't know what that was.
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