tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214408680895350855.post4802391707739247587..comments2023-03-25T05:34:51.605-05:00Comments on Buttered Noodles: Marie's Golden CueJPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09520199529674713619noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214408680895350855.post-3346164223848372312008-05-30T13:40:00.000-05:002008-05-30T13:40:00.000-05:00Gosh. Vivid and amazing. Like J. Lethem(!) only be...Gosh. Vivid and amazing. Like J. Lethem(!) only better because seen from the female perspective...Threw ME back to scenes from my teenage life. In Ireland, the coming-of-age trip was to go to the Gaeltacht, a sort of "Irish camp" where you had to speak the Irish language OR ELSE. This was because all students had to pass the compulsory Irish exam in order to leave school, get into college, or pretty much do anything in Ireland. The Gaeltacht was the site of such days as International Peck Day, French Kiss day and the treacherous: "Bra-opening Day." Tensions and hormones were high, all fueled by endorphin-producing ceili-dances during which one would swirl a partner into a dizzying type of ecstasy. My-oh-my!Hybridesignhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08519901523043823758noreply@blogger.com