Thursday evening.
Sitting my ass at home on my couch in front of my TV so I don’t make anymore “amazing decisions” this week. Just eating pad Thai and watching Netflix. What am I watching? House of Guinness, of course! Obviously! lol.
Time to learn all about that quarter Irish blood in me. So far it’s just a lot of drinking and fighting in the streets set to really intense music. I’m just sitting here like, “This is why my family packed up and left the country to come to America.”
Ooph, wow, that alleyway scene in the first episode. Hot. Okay. I’m starting to understand what took place down at this bar the other night. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Talk about shaking me to my core.
Also, I was just wondering to myself today, “Since we are doing an ‘all cats theme, which cat is this guy?’ Turns out I just got my answer from this scene. He’s saying something about a black, wild, wild cat dying to get out and howl at the moon and THEN IT CUTS RIGHT TO A BLACK CAT WATCHING THEM IN THE ALLEYWAY!
LMFAO!
Okay, so, now we have an answer to that question I guess. Okay, Mr. Wild, Wild Cat. Let’s see you get up on that rooftop and howl at the moon.
This is how I’m channeling my potential obsessive energy. Don’t focus it on this random guy. Just research the family tree instead. Learn your history. There’s a lot of drinking and fighting so far, which really explains a lot about the side of the family, actually.
Don’t you just wish? Ohhhh yeah, I wish. But you know, let’s not wish for anything too specific right now. Gotta cast that fishing net wide if we’re gonna catch anything of quality. Sometimes we cast it too wide and catch things we need to throw back. Swim free, little fish. Swim free.
Omg, this funeral ball and talk of wills and trusts and inheritance is so boring. I can see why she snuck out to go bang the hot beefcake in the alleyway behind the bar. What a snooze fest.
Sometimes you just want to be a bad girl, you know what I’m saying? Yeah, I see you, Mrs. Plunket. Go on outside and get your hot beef stew. I’m so here for it.
So much violence. This is why my family packed up and left. I’m also like… this is why I have that fire inside of me that burns so strongly. Now I understand.
Wow, that’s such a coincidence. I am also consumed by the flames of Hell. It must run in the family.
Question: do Irish people actually talk like this all the time?
They definitely use more flowery language than Americans in general. Americans are much more blunt and direct. This is just my experience so far. We can always collect more.
So much drama. Wow.
I’m just gonna sit here and watch what happens live. Much better than making awesome decisions at the bar, lol. So much better…
I mean, not really though. This show is like… if a bunch of Americans got wasted on St. Patrick’s Day and decided to turn a 2-minute Guinness commercial designed for the Super Bowl into a television show, then hired a British Guy to write it after he talked to exactly 0 actual Irish people, and then threw in some rap music just to top it all off.
Somehow motivated to continue watching anyway…
I paused it to go up on the rooftop for a smoke and discovered my neighbors next door are watching a Bollywood movie at full volume, lol. Been a minute since I thought about India.
Good times, good times.
… Or were they?