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ok, so we arrived in cherbourg, france a little bedraggled but none the worse for the wear. from there we caught the first train to Bayeux where we stayed in a really nice hostel for one night. Bayeux was a beautiful city. very old with little midevil narrow winding streets and all stone buildings. we saw the Bayeux tapistry which was really, really long, and the church there which was dedicated in something like 1060AD. very old, and very beautiful as well. i think that at this point i have seen enough churches and cathedrals and bacillicas to last a few lifetimes! TV did a tour of the normandy beaches which i opted out of in favor of faire du shopping. i got a chance to stretch my very lacking french skills since no one in Bayeux speaks any english. i got what i needed with a minimum of trouble. master card spans the language barrier very well. from there we caught a sleeper to amsterdam, which i will tell of later. bye now.
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OK, so moving right along...like i said, we spent a few days visiting Kathy in Arklow, Wicklow, Ireland. Don't bother pulling out your Rand McNally for that one, i seriously doubt you will find it. THEN, we took a ferry from Ireland to north France. let me just say one thing, Irish Ferries blows goats! they totally suck. ok, so on this boat we decided not to get a sleeper room thing thinking that we would at least get a nice little reclining seat to rest our asses in for the SIXTEEN HOUR boat ride. no. the seats we had looked like something that was bartered from some third world airline with the exchange of livestock! and they were located on the bottom-most deck inhabitable by humans, next to the engine room, with absolutly no windows. they had put us in the hold! to make things worse, the boat had a movie theater type thing, right? so we were relieved, thinking that we would have a way to eat up a few hours away from the hold. think again. the projector is, of corse, broken. scratch and i decided that there was no way in hell we were spending the night in the hold of the ship so we staked out a place on the floor in a corner of one of the upper decks and proceeded to freeze our asses off for the rest of the night in a vain attempt to get some rest. when we woke up, there were people all around us sleeping in white sleep sacks. it looked like i was sleeping amongst a bunch of body bags in some refugee boat headed for the new world. we decided to reward ourselves for making it thru the night by having breakfast in the "nice" restaurant on board. black and white pudding, don't do it! let me just say that we were very, very glad to get off the ship some eighteen hours later. yep, we ever got an extra two hours of fun for our troubles. and the moral of this story is...? if you ever find yourself on the south coast of Ireland and feel some insane desire to get to the north coast of France....swim.
07/24/2001 - Irish/French SLave Trader: Eh? Two escaped?? Should have locked the hold doors when we first got them... |
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ok, ok, fine. i'll post to my journal...but i don't think y'all will like what i have to say very much.
i'm in Europe! neener! neener!
ok, i'll be nice. if anybody has read Scratch's page, they would actually already know that, but i'll go thru the story anyway...we flew into London on June 5th and spent about a week and a half there with the drama department at UNO. then they flew back home leaving Scratch and me to make our way across most of western europe on our own. we visited Bath, then Bangor, Whales, then up to Edinburgh, Scotland, then up even more to spend the night in this castle turned into a hostel in north Scotland. after that we went back down to Inverness and over to visit Loch Ness. (sorry, no Nessie sightings to report, though) then to Liverpool to catch a ferry to Dublin, Ireland. from there we went down to Akrlow to visit Kathy in her hell hole of a little town where she is working for the summer. ok, i am gonna post this bit now, cuz i never know when these stupid lab computers are gonna crash.
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i would just like to take this opportunity to thank Bill for showing ma silly ass how to do this thing again! :)
07/12/2001 - Ashe: Not that you've done it in a month, since... |
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i got paid today! i got paid today! ok, so, as a waitress, the bulk of my money does not come from my paycheck, but i got two today, because they withheld my 1st check, so i got two today, plus i did rather well with my tips, so i should have a happy trip to the bank tomorrow...for a change. anyway...what's new in my like...hmm Ajah's fine. she got a new vet this week and i i am going to get her spayed pretty soon. god, my life is boring. shrug. oh well, maybe i'll think of something interesting later. c-ya. :)
03/21/2001 - Scratch: I am her life. I am boring. See it all makes sense. 03/21/2001 - Drom: Hehe Don't worry it could be worse. Consider that in Japanese wishing someone an interesting life is the gravest of insults. :P 04/03/2001 - Bored Journal Reader: So what you are saying is that nothing has happened in yer life in the last 2wks. 04/16/2001 - No one of Consequence: 2 weeks? try a month nothing has happened...in fact I think she no longer exists.... 04/18/2001 - Please! I must know!: Evidently she doesn't check her email either,,, 04/26/2001 - Scratch: Happy Birthday to You, 05/23/2001 - Journal Gods: Use your journal! |
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| well, the show went off ok considering we did not even had a full cue-to-cue at the museum, and our lighting consisted of a bunch of pars on two booms on the far sides of the stage and the already existing top light that was meant for god knows what. all i know is that it was certainly NOT meant for actors to be lit by. everything was kinda spooky and shadowy. oooo! whatever. i just run the show. it was a benefit last night (benefitting who, i don't know), all the important socialites of new orlean's "art community" were there, but only after forking over fifty bucks a seat. they could have come to see it in the regular house for like fifteen. people are odd. there was really good food and champagne after the show. it was yummy! ...and i got a rose from this Parisian guy that is the assistant director...i think? anyway... it's Blarney Blast Day!! my working in an "irish-american resturaunt" means that i must celebrate St. Patrick's day with all the flair and hoo-haa of...i don't know...some other holiday that had a lot of flair and hoo-haa! it's supposed to be a big party. live bands...lotsa beer and such. i will be working the morning shift, so i will be missing most of the Blarney. Shucks...too bad, but i have a show tonight. can't be helped. ah well, i really need to do laundry. can't work in the buff, unfortunatly. prolly help my tips though. :)
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i'm working on a new show now. it's called Degas. it's opening tonight at the museum, then it'll be running for like 3 weeks i think over at southern rep. to be honest. the show is not very good. the director is a bitch, and a good deal of the acting leaves a lot to be desired. on the up side, the stage manager is a real sweetheart, and i am getting paid rather well. :) anyway, if i don't leave soon, i'll be late. i'll have to add more later. c-ya.
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| Hello World!
OK, so the concept of an online journal seems a little odd to me. Online...as in available to the entire world to see, and journal...as in a place to "journal" your innermost deep and private thoughts. Strange. anyway, i might as well give it a try. everyone else is doing it, right? someday i'll put up a bio page to give all you millions of people reading this some background on me, but until then you'll just have to put up with my bitchin and pretend you know what the hell i'm talkin about.
03/13/2001 - someone who is not weeder: wow! that is a really great journal entry. you are the coolest, dude! 03/13/2001 - Ajah: I am THE CUtest Puppy in the whole WORLD! 03/14/2001 - Titan (the python): One day I will be large, and you will be my meal, cute puppy. |
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