January 30, 2008 | life

Sumimasen! Part Ni

Everything shook, the tea in my mug rippled, Nads hit the deck. She was saying it was an earthquake but the words just weren’t registering with me. My jet lag had kicked in hardcore and I was in a daze. It wasn’t a very strong one and was over in about 30 seconds, but the...

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January 29, 2008 | life

Sumimasen! Part Ichi

Going to Japan had been a dream of mine since my early teens, so when I was offered a job over there, I was beside myself with excitement. The build up had been huge with intense interviews and endless form filling.   The night before I left, friends dropped by the house as I finished...

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January 22, 2008 | life

The Exterminator – Part Two

I moved from Spanish Harlem to a fantastic old rent controlled apartment on the west side. It was a bit run down and I was the first tenant in a long time to actually give it a bit of TLC; I spent 3 full days cleaning from top to bottom before it was even sanitary...

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January 16, 2008 | life

The Ferris Wheel of Death

Before she left Japan, my roommate, Nads, was determined to go on the ‘World’s Biggest Ferris Wheel’ in Yokohama. I don’t have the stats on hand, but I seriously doubt it’s the biggest in the world. ‘Biggest’ from a Japanese perspective, maybe, but not in the world. Anywho, I agreed to go with her.  ...

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January 9, 2008 | life

Would You Like Me To Spell That?

What’s in a name? Well, if your name’s Muireann, a whole bunch of letters, seemingly in the wrong order and impossible to pronounce.   It’s Muireann, pronounced ‘Mirren’ (but in Irish it sounds more like ‘Mwrn’). Why is it spelt like that? I have no idea, but I suspect it may be because my mother...

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December 28, 2007 | life

Happy Birthday Mama!

On this day, a few years ago (I will not mention how many for fear of getting a good old fashioned ass whooping), my fabulous Mama was born. And so Mama, here’s to you;   – For your ability to make me laugh till I cry – For your insistence on only shopping in charity...

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December 19, 2007 | life

The Day I Met the Mafia

The restaurant had been all but shut down. Special linen had been purchased. An entire new menu had been created. All the managers seemed particularly on edge and had implemented a specific ‘if they ask, they get’ policy. Yes, this was the night the Mafia dined at my workplace.   The barman had told me...

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December 17, 2007 | life

Apart From the Occasional Shooting…

Finding an apartment in New York is hard. When I finally realized I was living beyond my means in my East Harlem apartment, I decided to take the plunge and look for the cheaper option of renting a room. It was highly likely that I would end up living with a lunatic, but it’s a...

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December 12, 2007 | relationships

Cinnamon on Whipped Cream

In September of 2004, I was working at a crappy Irish bar on the Upper East Side in Manhattan. The customers loved me; the management hated me. I’m not sure why they hated me, but it might have something to do with me being the worst waitress mankind has ever seen (the comedy value of...

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