Jun 25, 2006 19:41
I got back from Belfast earlier today. It was weird to an almost disconcerting point. The apparent peace between the Unionists and the Nationalists is so new that I guess people are still uncertain of how to handle it. We went to a bar where salsa dancing was being taught. We also went to a biker bar and some weird disco/school dance-looking thing, but left both without ordering drinks. We also went on a taxi tour and saw all these crazy murals with political propaganda and paintings of snipers pointing guns.
I've been drinking for the past three nights, but only beer, which doesn't provide a significant duration of inebriation. We slept in a hostel on bunkbeds in a room with six other people, all of whom were surprisingly quiet sleepers. We also watched Drop Dead Fred. I have no idea why.
I have two papers to write, but writing papers over the summer seems absurd. I need to start drinking more. Again. I think I'm getting a little tired of being here. Being a tourist is getting old, and anything that doesn't relate to being a tourist got monotonous a few weeks ago.
I think I'll eat some chicken and drink some wine. Alone. And maybe write a paper. I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I'll write it tomorrow.