Today was one of those days when I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I was reminded of how much I love grad school, how much I'm beginning to feel at home in Galway, and how much I actually love what I'm studying. I think I pretty much have to be a student for as long as possible and then become a professor, because I actually can't think of anything else I want to do with my life. Mostly, I'm beginning to realize there IS a practical, real-world outlet for the insane, at times debilitating, nerdiness I've possessed since my earliest days of childhood. It's called academia, and it's probably the only place I belong, as sad as that may be.
ANYWAY. In keeping with the above and being a nerd, on Saturday I went to see Due Date with Annemarie. In the first place, it's pretty fun. I'd definitely recommend seeing it. It's no The Hangover, which is sort of what I was hoping for, but it was truly very funny. In the second place, there was one awesome joke that Annemarie and I laughed hysterically at, into a completely hushed and quiet theater. The joke was that Robert Downey Jr and Zach Galifinakis (I know I spelled that wrong, but since I acknowledged it, it's okay) are at a Western Union in Birmingham, Alabama, and Robert Downey Jr's wife is supposed to wire them money. Long story short, Zach Galifinakis's character gave the wrong name, so she wired it to the wrong name, so RD Jr says, "oh, so now my wife has to get back in her car, drive to another Western Union, and wire me money again?" The clerk says, "yeah, but she'll have to go do that tomorrow. We're closing in five minutes." RD Jr looks at his watch and says, "It's 6:35." The clerk then says, "Yeah, but I gotta meet my boys. We have dinner reservations at Chili's." RD Jr deadpans, "You have reservations... at Chili's?" Obviously no Irish people got it - I mean, why would they? - but Annemarie and I just died. It was probably the best part of the movie, or at least one of them, and the joke was totally lost on pretty much everyone in the audience. I also can't think of an Irish equivalent of Chili's, so I can't really think of a way to explain it to anyone I know should they happen to see it.
In totally unrelated news, my cousin Emmy just sent me an official evite invitation for her Thanksgiving in London. (sidenote: there is some serious irony inherent in the idea we're celebrating Thanksgiving in England.) I'm so excited! I get to see my cousin and her husband and her kid and also be in London. I will go to the Landward and the ND center and I will eat schawarma and Chipotle and I will walk along the Embankment and I will ride the Tube and it will be so awesome. LONDON I MISS YOU EVERY DAY YOU ARE THE MOST PERFECT CITY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
Full disclosure: I'm writing this update to avoid working on an essay I currently have writer's block on, and I've now run out of things to talk about.
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