I’ve been in Westport for a week now. I’ve delved into the local pub scene and discovered great local beers aside from Guinness which I still do not like (I’m sorry, Ireland!), as well as the joys of Irish music on a Wednesday night. The bus strike is still in effect, making regional travel more expensive and challenging. Yesterday, my roommate Nathalie and I rented a car to go out to Achill Island. Nathalie is German and used to driving a manual car, although not on the opposite side of the road. She did a fine job maneuvering around windy country roads. I did an adequate job of not panicking too visibly in the passenger seat.
Achill was stunning and cold.
Sheep on a stroll.
Nathalie with the official greeters of Achill Sound.
The Netflix series Love is about complicated characters in complicated relationships and their complicated problems. But when life gets complicated, sometimes you just have to stop and make up theme songs for movies that don’t have theme songs. With your weird neighbors. Aided by beer. And a little pot.
A scene in the first season episode “Party in the Hills” featuring main character Gus (played by Paul Rust, also the show’s co-creator) leading the improvised singalong delighted me so much, particularly because it came as somewhat a surprise. When Gus starts thumbing through his DVD selection, one assumes he and his friends were simply picking something out for movie night. They settle on The Perfect Storm. Then Cori (Charlyne Li) strums her guitar and suddenly, this is no ordinary movie night. Why watch it when coming up with a rhyme for “Marky Mark” is so much more entertaining? Their resulting theme song is ridiculous, catchy, and weirdly fitting for a dramatic disaster flick.
It’s so pointless and so fun. I lived in an arts-themed dormitory my freshman year of college and all day I was surrounded by musical theatre majors practicing audition songs at the piano downstairs, dancers rehearsing in front of the wall-length mirror upstairs and visual art students painting on the patio. Occasionally we’d band together and transform the entire building into a haunted house for Halloween or start a housing unit-wide dance party by bringing drums and percussion instruments onto the balcony. Being around creative nerds is a blast and if any of my friends want to make up ditties for the rest of George Clooney’s filmography, I am so down.