The Lucky Irish
Ireland is so lucky to have us visit them. First there is me with the hearing problems and all thick accents sounds like Swahili. There is a decent chance I’ll try to order a Cosmopolitan or a Miller Highlife. Manly Man may eat them out of cheese, I don’t think there is anything he’s more excited about than going to cheese shops.
We’ll be driving a Ford Fiesta. Luckily Manly Man isn’t too tall, only about 5’11. The car seems just about the right size for me, he can squeeze in. Oh and we did request an automatic, since neither of us knows how to drive a stick.
Driving on the other side of the car and on the other side of the road should be interesting to say the least. Manly Man drives like a little old lady and I drive like a bitch on wheels. Oh and rotarys, now that’s a good time. Anyone want to come along and videotape the insanity?
We’ve decided to only order one meal for dinner and share it, which should be interesting since we have really different food tastes. I’m thinking we’ll probably end up arguing over whether to order a pasta dish or a plate of melted cheese (I’m serious, he’s ordered that before).
Oh and did I mention I am not bringing Lanie? I am taking a break from the internet for 10 days and I’m a little worried about the withdrawel symptoms. What can I expect? Foaming at the mouth? Hair loss? Convulsions? I just want to be prepared.