Everyone gets the blues...but not in Dublin!!

This trip has been a dream come true. Ireland is everything I had
hoped and dreamed it would be, and then some. The people are so nice;
it feels good to not be the only one holding doors for others, or
saying thank you, or going out of your way to be helpful to strangers.
Now, I'm not saying I'm a saint, but I do find it odd that more people
don't do things like that at home. I always try to. Anyways, I've
kissed an Irishman. And by Irishman, I mean man, and by man I mean
drunk grandpa who snuck it in when I was giving him a goodbye "cheek/
kiss" thingy. You know how those Europeans are. Oh yea, grandpa went
full mouth, lol I respectfully kept my lips closed! I've seen castles,
taken over a pub, and sang pub songs. Ireland has been good!

Well except for the whole dying of stomach sickness death that kept me
in bed all day Monday. No, I take that back, I did get to go to the
bathroom as well! And then cuz I couldn't keep anything down untill
Wednesday night, Wednesday was good (kissed the Blarney stone) but not
great. Oh, and (for those in the IT Crowd know) then Aunt Irma came
for her visit. 5 f'ing days early!!! So I'm doing my best to stay
happy and cheerful, which isn't difficult here, I just wish I didn't
have to worry about it...here.
I hate that my first blog out of Ireland is kind of a downer, but
that's how it goes. Hopefully the parade in 45mins will fix all this!

Happy St. Patricks day!

In spite of it all, I'm still glad I'm not stuck at home with you
suckers :)