This is the day of the Big Trip. Many, many thanks go to Beth for inviting us along. I don’t get away from work very often, so this is quite a treat. When people ask if I am excited, I tell them, “I’ll believe that I’m going when I’m actually on the plane.” So, writing this several hours before we take off is kind of playing with fate.
When I was a pre-teen, my sister introduced me to the sister band of the Roches. This was one of their songs, and has been running through my head since this trip was proposed. (Except the part about the guns. The song is called The Troubles, which I understand we’re never supposed to mention.) The rest of it? Bring it on, sisters.
We’re going away to Ireland soon
We’re going away to Ireland Ireland
Ireland soon
Ireland soon
We’ll try not to get in the way of the guns
As we always do
Try not to get in the way of the guns
Soon
We’re flying across the ocean soon
We’re flying across the ocean ocean
Ocean soon
I dreamed I saw my guitar
Topple off onto the runway
Please be careful with my guitar
Whoever you are
We’re leaving behind our boyfriends soon
We’re leaving behind our boyfriends boyfriends
Boyfriends soon
Boyfriends soon
I hope they have health food in Dublin
And strawberry apricot pie
If they don’t have those things in Dublin
We’ll probably die
We’re going away to Ireland ocean boyfriend
Oh, this is exciting!!!!!