“Life goes by pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
I can’t find an adjective. There is no simple way to describe it. In the 24 hours from 10pm on Monday through to the same time yesterday I did a whole lot of living and I nearly didn’t realise it. It’s not that it was wholly interesting, it wasn’t unless you lived it, it’s just that it’s the type of stuff you tend to not acknowledge.
I had to take an early night on Monday. Having just come home from a great night meeting Dundee United fans at the UCD game I needed some rest before my flight to London in the morning.
Unfortunately for me the garden next door had other plans. The rowdiness coming from Garret Fitzgerald’s backyard just wasn’t welcome. I always figured it would be the former Taoiseach that would take umbrage with my shenanigans some day. Instead there was a gang of young ladies in his garden shouting and chatting until well after midnight.
Yeah I sound like an old fogey but my alarm was set to go off at 3.45 am. This was the next part of the tale. It was the earliest I had been up in 7 years. That I even remember is odd but I remember why. It was the day I first moved to Aberdeen in 2001 and I had to get up early because there were huge delays in the airport due to the post 9/11 chaos.
It was that year in Aberdeen that led to my even caring about Dundee United visiting UCD on Monday but this story isn’t about Zen. It’s about noticing stuff.
You see I was up so early as I had to catch a flight to London where Lenovo had an event on. You might remember them as the company whose laptop I killed. Well the dude that gave the green light to that experiment was there and it’s fair to say it was a little frosty.
I was back in Dublin by 6.30pm and home by 7.10pm. It’s easy to forget that most people don’t travel as much as I do in my job but rather than think about that all I had in mind was dinner. So off we, at this stage Ciaran my flatmate was in tow, went to McSorley’s.
In my life I do a fair bit of flirting and eat a decent amount of soup. Neither of these points is surprising but it’s rare the two coincide. Yet here I was having some banter with an American barmaid because they were serving a concoction as odd as carrot and orange soup. The barmaid meanwhile turned out to be an ex PR person and I had spent the day largely in the presence of PR folk but to avoid me going off on another Zen tangent I want you to stop and think about this.
All these two foodstuffs, that’s orange and carrot for those that got distracted, have in common is colour but somehow it worked. I mean, how often does soup genuinely surprise you? I don’t get genuinely surprised by anything all that often so why not by soup I suppose.
And that’s how the story ends. With soup and a mixed view from Ellen the barmaid about my plans to grow a fro. In truth Ferris Bueller said all that I needed to say at the start of this post but I’m glad I said it anyway.
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