I'm home now and me and the sun have become reacquainted. I feel rather guilty going outside without a "jumper" on and going to bed without clutching a hot water bottle, but then I sit down for a moment and the guilt passes.
The last week in Ireland was quite eventful. I did three shows and all three were in front if Irish kids who were getting out of class to see me, so you would think it was a win win. (Oh, Michael Scott the great conflict resolution , win win, new episode of the Office this Thursday...sorry European friends, you will have to wait till I come back and you can watch them on my laptop).
I even got to meet Enya's dad, Leo. Leo owns a pub (duh) and plays the accordion to entertain Lil Irish 'Grans' and 'Pop-Pops' who are on holiday during the day and at night the pub rocks out to the likes of U2 and other less famous Irish rockers. My lovely Horse has been known to be belted out there from time to time (really why do I even pretend I write this for anyone else but Pat Mustard?).
Then it was up to, or was it down to, Stranorlar to stay at the Foy's house and enjoy things like the Internet, catching (but not touching just in case the US department of Agriculture is wondering) lambs, shopping at Tesco and of course cable television. Even though it was Irish cable I stared at it after a month of no TV like a caveman seeing fire for the first time, it twas lovely.So now I am back and off to Hermosa Beach tomorrow for a showcase at the Comedy and Magic Club. I hear Leno auditioned 49 times before his first appearance on the Tonight Show, hopefully I will only have to do it 45 or 46 times. Either way it beats wearing long underwear to bed.
