I can think of no better reason than Erin Mccarson’s pink country vineyard wedding to get my first manicure in like 10 years, in which I kept apologizing to the manicurist that my nails were so tiny, and she kept telling me ‘your nails are like baby!’ and scolding me for biting them and I kept sheepishly laughing and telling her that I would, promising that I would, but manicurist, I tell you now, it’s all lies (BITE.)
Or: she can never get her picture taken AND keep her eyes open, so instead, she resorts to pics with cool shades. Jodie Ray Charles Brunstetter is sporting this sweet lab scarf I scored for her in Scotland because we just need more ways to memorialize our dead dog.
For months, both of my parents have been randomly asking me, Boo, did you get the napkins? Do you have the napkins? Did we send you the napkins? And I kept being like: WHAT ARE THESE NAPKINS? All I knew was that my Dad’s co-Senator, the lovely Kathy Harrington, whom he greatly admires, who is a loyal reader of my blog, had gotten me some napkins? Napkins. Today, I received the napkins:
Kathy found them at a yard sale and thought of me. KATHY, YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF. The box contains some 50 MINT CONDITION delicate and strange and adorable vintage cocktail napkins with charming and weird little puns:
I can’t wait to entertain with them, oh wait no, never use them at all, but instead proudly display them, and most likely be buried with them. THANKS KATHY!
I’ve been thinking a lot on this trip about the ethics of sharing, like social media wise. Some things, like say, everything I’ve seen so far in Iceland, are hard to describe, impossible to really capture in a picture, and worth seeing in person. Posting a picture is kind of like robbing everyone of the awe of seeing the thing for the first time, on their own. Shouldn’t some things be sacred and not posted/ shared? Hmmm. While I mull over this over, here are these pictures of the fireworks show over the glacier lagoon, which was probably the most incredible thing I have ever seen in my whole life. I’M SORRY, I CAN’T HELP IT, I CAN’T.
FYI: In Iceland, they call Cool Ranch Doritos Cool American. Henceforth and therefore, RANCH = AMERICA = RANCH.
Heading to the east side of Iceland today for a fireworks show over a Glacier Lagoon for Maggie’s birthday! Said glacier Lagoon is reportedly quite close to the base of the Volcano, Bardarbunga, that might, well, erupt. But here is a perfect example of sensationalism in the news: Maggie’s actual Geologist friend says that there’s a really good chance that even though there is activity, it does not at all mean that it is going to erupt and delay travel everywhere like the news is saying, she said, KNOCKING ON ALL OF THE WOODS.
And so, I cannot fully explain where I went today, The Blue Lagoon, but pretty much basically, it’s a body of water created by warm volcano run-off water? In which you float and drink beer and rub soothing clay on your face with a myriad of tourists including Syahid from Lost? My face has never been so soft and I have never been more overwhelmed by nature’s beauty / insanity / beer / clay.
Ladies, three things to keep a man’s interest while you’re apart:
And other words I cannot say! I keep not remembering where I am here or where I have been as when you can’t pronounce something it has trouble lodging itself in the brain. Borgarfjörður! Drove all around the arm of Iceland today, along its massive and majestic coast dotted with tiny towns with max 1,000 residents and tiny charming ports and stores, learned how to say Thanks, rested by a glacier, ran up a massive hobbit hill, got pensive on an ancient Viking pebble beach, and while I would love to wax poetic here about these places and their feelings, GUESS WHAT, I STILL JUST CAN’T.
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING, FIND A PERSON FROM ICELAND, AND BEFRIEND THEM. Here’s mine, Miss Maggie Takyar:
I met this beautiful lady in grad school, immediately wanted to write plays for her and so I did, have always wanted to visit her in her native country, and now I’m here. And I just. I just.
Iceland is by far the most beautiful and and beautifully mysterious place I have ever been. In Reykjavik, a comforting but creepy lack of billboards, a starkness, a simplicity, massive apartment buildings and stores left empty since the crash, then outside the city, miles of nothing, an untouched natural beauty. Maggie drove us all around today, a day of geysers, waterfalls, sheep, tales of hidden folks and trolls, far of glaciers plus also finally understand what a glacier actually is, climbing and standing up things, horses and ghosts. I think It’s going to take me a while to articulate how it feels to be in this cold and mystical place, but I eventually I will, PERHAPS IN PLAY FORM STARRING MAGGIE HERSELF?