{"id":561,"date":"2017-03-25T19:15:50","date_gmt":"2017-03-25T23:15:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/takethepatience.com\/?p=561"},"modified":"2017-03-26T12:58:53","modified_gmt":"2017-03-26T16:58:53","slug":"ireland-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/takethepatience.com\/?p=561","title":{"rendered":"Ireland 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"

Wednesday, August 13th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

When someone wins $25,000, they are expected to attend a friend\u2019s wedding in Ireland.\u00a0 The following excuse doesn\u2019t hold much water:<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a starving artist.\u00a0 I can\u2019t afford to fly over to Ireland.\u00a0 Believe me, if I could starve my way over there, I would do it in a second.\u201d<\/p>\n

So, due to my well known earnings, there was no way for me to turn down my former college roommate Dara\u2019s wedding invitation.\u00a0 Of course, there was also the fact that it would be a wild honor to take part in my good buddy\u2019s wedding.<\/p>\n

In the morning, I called my doctor\u2019s office.\u00a0 I had been feeling sluggish the past few weeks and after three blood tests, he had some news to share with me.\u00a0 It turns out I have Mono also known as \u201cKissing Disease\u201d.\u00a0 Sadly, some rudimentary math made it clear to me that I did not contract this sleepy disorder from any brutal make-out sessions (unless the incubation period for Mono is one year).\u00a0 I don\u2019t know how I got it but I\u2019m sure it was in the lamest fashion possible.\u00a0 When I wasn\u2019t looking, some ant with Mono probably spit into my cereal.<\/p>\n

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Dr. Burns informed me that I could still leave on my trip, but I would not be allowed to drink or stay up late\u2026and no horseplay!\u00a0 That\u2019s correct.\u00a0 He actually wielded the serious medical term \u201chorseplay\u201d in our conversation.\u00a0 Well thank goodness I was never really one to play with horses in the first place.\u00a0 Their large size and terrible manners make them lousy playmates in the sandbox.\u00a0 I think the only thing I was allowed to do was to sit under a tree and be sad.<\/p>\n

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After this unsavory news, I picked up a check from my good chap Thomas in Dorchester and headed over to The Other Side Caf\u00e9 in Boston to make lunch with a fella known as Dave Walsh.\u00a0 He was back from LA to successfully propose to his lady Colleen.\u00a0 With well-built sandwiches in front of us, we discussed the industry of professional laugh-making among other lighter matters.\u00a0 To ensure proper digestion, we embarked on a chat-stroll through the Back Bay.\u00a0 I bid farewell to this freshly engaged guy and he bid farewell to a historically single guy.<\/p>\n

Once home, I gathered my things and publicly transported myself to the airport.\u00a0 I walked on to the plane and took my seat next to a lovely young woman whose name escapes me.\u00a0 She had just finished her PhD in a biology-related field and was on her way to England to complete a five-year research project.\u00a0 The purpose of this project would be to see how global climate change would affect plants.\u00a0 I told her that global climate change would indeed affect plants and that she should save herself an expensive airfare and five years of her life and just stay home.\u00a0 She did not comply so we were forced to exchange in more lovely conversation (lovely young woman = lovely conversation).<\/p>\n

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Thursday, August 14th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

Curse this flight for leaving Boston so early in the previous evening.\u00a0 Due to the flight\u2019s relatively short duration, I was now at Shannon Airport at 5:20 AM.\u00a0 To be in a town with little activity in an airport on the decline at 5:20 AM in the morning is to bury your head in the sand in the Beach of Lost Hope.<\/p>\n

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All I could do was to stumble around these Halls of Boredom in a chocolaty daze until it was time to pick up my golf cart-sized rental car.\u00a0 These cars keep getting smaller every time I rent one.\u00a0 My Toyota Yaris was little more than two mopeds welded together, side by side.<\/p>\n

The next part I love \u2013 a guy that drives automatic in America that has had no sleep now gets into a manual shift auto that requires left-handed shifting and drives on the left side of the road praying that his fatigued mind doesn\u2019t lead him back to the right side of the road where oncoming bad times await him.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, I made it to my B&B (bed and breakfast) in O\u2019Briensbridge, a small village outside of Limerick on the Shannon River.\u00a0 This location was just 3-4 miles upriver from where the reception and ceremony would be in Castleconnell.\u00a0 The name of my B&B was the Scapaflow House and it was run by the friendliest of ladies named Antoinette. \u00a0Even though I was massively early, she still took me in, cooked an Irish breakfast and let me have a room.<\/p>\n

Are you familiar with an Irish breakfast, friend?\u00a0 It contains a fried tomato, sausage, Irish bacon, eggs, brown bread and blood pudding.\u00a0 Although blood pudding does indeed contain animal blood as a main ingredient, it is tasty.\u00a0 Most B&B\u2019s include this breakfast in their rates so I do feel compelled to tackle these deadly meals that even in a small fractional dose could give a Blue Whale a fatal heart attack.<\/p>\n

After this diabolical feeding, I went upstairs and napped for a few hours.\u00a0 As a precaution, I set an alarm so I didn\u2019t sleep too far into the future\u2026so far that I awoke to a world where the President was a bug\u2026a lady bug!<\/p>\n

I pulled myself out of such a deep sleep that it felt as though I was that very same lady bug president trying to pull herself out of a bed of flypaper.\u00a0 But if I was truly this lady bug president, I would make a new decree that from this point forward, all female lady bugs will still call themselves lady bugs while male lady bugs will call themselves fella bugs.<\/p>\n

I walked down to the Shannon River and decided to walk along a path on the river\u2019s edge.\u00a0 On my journey, I ran into this Turkish guy that was fishing with a rod so ridiculously long it looked like he stole a flag pole and attached a reel to it.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if he was expecting to catch a saber tooth tiger or the entire year of 1989 in there but he seemed to have been over-equipped for this fishin\u2019 mission.\u00a0 Fishin\u2019 mission!<\/p>\n

Later on, I drove to Dara\u2019s family house in Castleconnell for a grand dinner.\u00a0 This beautiful old house built in the 1700\u2019s was situated right on the Shannon River and would also be the site for Saturday\u2019s reception.<\/p>\n

One of the first lads I ran into was another Boston College alum known to the world as Mark Francetic.\u00a0 Along with his charmworthy wife, we soon found ourselves dangerously involved in a discussion about George Michael.\u00a0 Mark told me about the concert of said performer that he recently attended and how he saw Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s a prerequisite for tennis hall of famers to attend George Michael concerts.\u00a0 Either way, it\u2019s pretty weird.\u00a0 Whipping caution into the wind with great force, I confessed my like of George Michael. \u00a0For Mark, he has a lovely wife to guard his image.\u00a0 For a single, heterosexual male like myself, I must exist precariously and far out on the limb of this Wham Rap tree.<\/p>\n

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Along with his fianc\u00e9e Christine, Dara appeared finally at the house, as he was delayed by an afternoon pub experience.\u00a0 It was great to see the guy and even better to enjoy my introduction he gave to his other friends and family members.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou see this guy!\u00a0 He just won 25 grand by dancing in his underwear!!\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked around the party and it was loaded with people that were loaded and it made me laugh that among a crowd of people where 25 grand is what they would spend for fancy pants, they still were amazed at my absurd accomplishment.<\/p>\n

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Also floating around the dinner party was Chris.\u00a0 Chris is a good friend of Dara\u2019s from San Francisco and dynamically appears in my 2004 San Francisco journal.\u00a0 We reviewed the more noteworthy contents of our lives over the past four years and joined the rest of the group on a walk to Guerin\u2019s pub.\u00a0 Here I bathed in fine conversation, traditional music and against my doctor\u2019s orders, one pint of precise Guinness.<\/p>\n

I did, however, abide my doctor\u2019s advice of getting to bed somewhat early so I left the pub by 11:00 PM and restored myself with sleep.\u00a0 Good night, children.<\/p>\n

Friday, August 15th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

At the breakfast table, I was joined by another guest, an Irishman in his fifties named PJ.\u00a0 PJ spent at least one night a week at the Scapaflow House since his job of providing farming supplies brought him to the area frequently.\u00a0 After witnessing PJ\u2019s breakfast strategy, I never wanted to eat again.\u00a0 He would put two runny eggs on to a plate and mix that in with some yogurt.\u00a0 His final step would be to unload almost a full jar of jelly into this wicked stew and stir it around quickly.\u00a0 Stranger than being the type of person that would consciously decide to eat such a mess was the way he may have stumbled upon this recipe.<\/p>\n

I imagine he created it but who, in any sort of a trustworthy mental state, would think, \u201cThese eggs are wonderful but they\u2019re lacking something.\u00a0 Yogurt!\u00a0 That\u2019s it!\u00a0 Oh, that is pristine.\u00a0 But another ingredient that will complete this experience lurks in the shadows.\u00a0 What is it, I wonder?\u00a0 Of course!\u00a0 An entire jar of jelly will surely take this dish to where it needs to be.\u201d?\u00a0 Watching PJ\u2019s frighteningly foul routine scared the urine out of my body.<\/p>\n

After my bitter sweet breakfast, I drove to the Shannon airport.\u00a0 It seems that in my sleepless stupor of the previous day, I left my credit card at the Hertz Rental desk when I was picking up my whisper of an automobile.\u00a0 I collected my crucial piece of plastic and as I drove away, I realized that if the higher-ups at Hertz had any brains, they would immediately call up John Mellencamp and ask his permission to use his classic hit in a commercial and change the title to \u201cHertz\u2026So Good!!\u201d\u00a0 I envision people in the commercial who speak terrible English with huge smiles on their faces, pumping their fists, singing, \u201cHertz\u2026so good!!!\u201d\u00a0 As an aside, I love that John Cougar Mellencamp removed the \u201cCougar\u201d from his name at the point in his life when he started to look like one.\u00a0 With that long hair and tough skin, he might attract some frisky drunk college boys in a dark bar.<\/p>\n

The weather yesterday was decent and actually involved sun.\u00a0 Today was filled with far more clouds and rain.\u00a0 In terms of the weather, I was warned that Ireland\u2019s current summer had been brutal.\u00a0 Roads were constantly flooding and crops were being destroyed due to heavy rainfall.\u00a0 I therefore decided early on to be a guy whose travel desires would not be deterred by rain.<\/p>\n

It was this personal declaration that led my Toyota Matchbox Car and I north along the Shannon to the nice little town of Killaloe.\u00a0 I walked around, looked at an old church and headed north further along the Shannon as it became Lough Derg.<\/p>\n

At one point, I noticed a small sign on the side of the road that read \u201cNun\u2019s Island\u201d.\u00a0 Perhaps an unexplored island full of wild, native nuns? \u00a0I had to investigate.\u00a0 I drove over half a mile on a very narrow road that ended at the shore of Lough Derg.\u00a0 About 100 yards away I could see a small island with some sort of old ruin in the center.\u00a0 Tied up to a dock on my shore were two faded yellow paddle boats.\u00a0 Written in black marker on the boats was a note that directed interested parties to call a phone number should they want to use the boats.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t have a cell phone and I was a far away from a public phone.<\/p>\n

I looked out towards the island and I could not see any nuns but who knows?\u00a0 Maybe they were hiding, waiting.\u00a0 I looked at the paddle boats and then around me and I saw no one.\u00a0 Who would know or care if I took one of the boats across?\u00a0 In terms of the importance of this potential scientific, cultural and religious discovery, my mild and temporary boat theft would matter little.<\/p>\n

All of the sudden, several cars started to appear within minutes of each other.\u00a0 And these cars had people in them!\u00a0 And these people got out of their cars and started walking around.\u00a0 The odd thing was that they didn\u2019t seem to be connected to each other.\u00a0 It was as if all these touristy peeps just popped up out of nowhere to spoil my wonder.<\/p>\n

Bummed out, I took one last look at the magical Nun\u2019s Island and saw some sort of landing on Nun\u2019s Island that would allow for adventurers to secure their floating vessel to.\u00a0 This meant that pioneers and adventurers probably had already reached Nun\u2019s Island.\u00a0 This lukewarm consolation provided me with a tad of relief and allowed me to leave the site a little easier.<\/p>\n

I traveled north again, finally making it to the top of the Lough and drove south all the way back to O\u2019Briensbridge.\u00a0 I cleaned up and met the rest of the gang at the Limerick Country Club for dinner.\u00a0 Our next stop was Guerin\u2019s for more pub-related activity.<\/p>\n

At the pub, I began speaking with Mark.\u00a0 Since he was one of two best men, he had to put his speech together for tomorrow night\u2019s reception.\u00a0 He asked me to review the work he had already done on the speech.\u00a0 Mark shared some funny Dara moments and touched upon the existence of Dara\u2019s long hair when we were all at college.<\/p>\n

When I met Dara, I too had long hair and was gearing up for a semester in Galway, Ireland in a few months.\u00a0 Dara was pleased to hear this and urged me to keep my long hair for my trip.\u00a0 He fortified his advice with tales of traveling to many Irish villages with his drinking buddy.\u00a0 He claimed that many lasses in these small villages found Dara\u2019s overabundant hair inventory to be very attractive while his short-haired friend was dismissed like some leper dipped in skunk juice.\u00a0 Sadly, I did not heed the counsel from the Celtic Fonzie and cut my hair so I was never able to determine the validity of his strategy.<\/p>\n

I gave Mark a hefty thumbs up for his speech preparation and said goodnight to him.\u00a0 All that remained for me this day was a short drive back to my B&B and hopefully a journey laced in sleep.\u00a0 Good night tenderonies.<\/p>\n

Saturday, August 16th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

Last night\u2019s sleep took a long time for it to be true.\u00a0 It was also peppered with the sounds of what felt like dozens of idiotic dogs barking.\u00a0 I will do my best to refrain from rambling on about my genuine and acute disgust for barking dogs but know this \u2013 we must elect a President of the Universe to wipe out this all too common of an issue.<\/p>\n

After a breakfast that included a wonderful meal, an Irish couple defecating on George Bush and one more final round of witnessing PJ\u2019s abysmal slop, I walked north along the Shannon.\u00a0 The weather gave me clouds and more light rain.\u00a0 The walk gave me an up-close look at the Shannon River\u2019s hydroelectric dam.\u00a0 Approaching this large structure through the woods gave me the feeling of being a spy that needed to blow up the dam because it was now under control of some evil dude nation.\u00a0 Not finding any explosive devices on me or the ability to recollect such an agenda, I enjoyed the view and walked home.<\/p>\n

Once back, I took gold in the event of napping.\u00a0 When I came back to life, I readied myself for Dara and Christine\u2019s wedding.\u00a0 I put on my suit and walked out the door.\u00a0 Right when I reached the end of the driveway, I heard Antoinette open the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cChris, come here.\u00a0 Let me take a look at you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed at this request and had no choice but to walk back for her enjoyment.\u00a0 I even added a graceful spin to my presentation for her supplementary amusement.\u00a0 Antoinette smiled and exuded a sense of pride that is often detected in a mother seeing her son off to his first prom.<\/p>\n

Miraculously, the rain stopped for the ceremony and the cocktail function afterwards.\u00a0 A spot of sun even willed its way into our celebration from time to time.\u00a0 The ceremony took place at the local church in Castleconnell.\u00a0 For music, we all got to listen to one of Ireland\u2019s most prominent harpists, Janet Harbison.\u00a0 During the course of the ceremony, she had the stunning and welcomed audacity to play \u201cThe Rose\u201d by Bette Midler.\u00a0 With a single song, Janet ensured all of God\u2019s angels were present in this highest of romantic rituals.<\/p>\n

After we all filed out of the church, we walked the quarter mile or so to Dara\u2019s family\u2019s house for the reception.\u00a0 After cocktail hour and pictures, we made our way into a large tent for food, drink and whatever other merriment was to be found.\u00a0 It seemed like once the last person entered the tent, a steady rain began to fall.<\/p>\n

With hurt feelings, I looked around at people enjoying a fresh keg of Guinness.\u00a0 To restore my good nature, I allowed myself one pint and later on, a cigar.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if my American naughty license is valid in Ireland but I\u2019m sure acting like it is.<\/p>\n

After savoring fine food, music, Mark Francetic\u2019s fine speech, conversation, and the most involved and elaborate outhouse I\u2019ve ever seen, I decided to head home as my Mono was calling.\u00a0 It was a great night that deserved a great sleep.\u00a0 Until tomorrow, mysterious peeps.<\/p>\n

Sunday, August 17th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

After eating, I settled the bill with Antoinette.\u00a0 My plan was to now drive three hours east to Bray, a coastal town that was just south of Dublin.\u00a0 My purpose was to visit a friend of mine I had not seen 12 years.\u00a0 Chris Kane is a gent that, even though we went to Boston College together, I did not meet until we were both studying in Galway in 1995.<\/p>\n

Before I left my B&B, I brought my map out so Antoinette\u2019s husband John could take a look at my potential route.\u00a0 As this happened, I realized a funny thing.\u00a0 It\u2019s interesting how comfortable many people feel drawing on your map as they give directions.\u00a0 John started to fire away his thoughts, \u201cWell, you want to take the N7 to Kildare\u2026\u201d and as he did, he carpet-bombed my poor little map with all kinds of lines, circles and X\u2019s that gave my once pristine document the look of a four-year old\u2019s treasure map.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t care that much, especially because I got this map from Hertz\u2026So Good! but what if I really didn\u2019t want him drawing on my map?\u00a0 What if I was going to add this map to the \u201cmaps I\u2019ve gotten from car rental companies\u201d quilt I was assembling back home?\u00a0 Where would I be then?\u00a0 I never understood why people assume it\u2019s okay to start scribbling like someone in mid-seizure on your map.\u00a0 John\u2019s intentions were pure and for the best so I was not even the least bit annoyed but I feel the occurrence of this event obligates me to reflect on this remarkable phenomenon with you.<\/p>\n

Once in Bray, I drove along a beach front road with all kinds of shops restaurants, some fast food spots and amusement-based joints.\u00a0 At the end of this road was my hotel for the night, the Crofton Bray Head Inn and Bray Head itself (a very large hill).\u00a0 The road was busy and cars fought to find parking.\u00a0 The Bray Head Inn capitalized on this congestion by charging non-guests to park in their lot.\u00a0 The gatekeeper guarding this precious resource was an old man in a bright neon green vest that ominously waved all passing traffic into the lot.\u00a0 Although I didn\u2019t know it at the time, this ancient creature with his rhythmic, comatose, beckoning wave perfectly foreshadowed my time at the Bray Head Inn.<\/p>\n

I pulled up and told him I was a guest.\u00a0 A small trace of disappointment flashed on his face as he realized no toll would be collected from me.\u00a0 A slightly awkward silence followed as he tried to compute my immediate parking destiny.\u00a0 Finally, his human circuitry reactivated and he was able to supply me with instruction on where to place my Barbie Doll car.\u00a0 I thanked him for his help and he ambled back to his parking post.<\/p>\n

I walked inside to a very large, dark and musty lobby.\u00a0 I could tell that this 130-year old building was originally well-built and boasted of fine craftsmanship but years of neglect, tasteless modifications and poor management left a very creepy and eerie feel to the place.\u00a0 The odor throughout the building smelled like the locker room of Team Puberty.\u00a0 To be more precise, if Team Puberty had a really big game, went back into their locker room, left all their dirty laundry everywhere, and then had someone professionally seal of the room, and then opened it up 40 years later, that\u2019s what the Crofton Bray Head Inn smelled like.<\/p>\n

I approached the front desk and noticed that A) no one was there and B) there seemed to be no way to get behind the desk (the desk area was in a little cubby that was surrounded by a counter, two walls and a stair railing).\u00a0 Finally, a young German man walked over to the desk and with excitement, I watched and wondered how the hell he was going to get behind the desk.\u00a0 He headed for the side where the stair railing was, grabbed the upper handrail and flung his body through a small opening created my two removed posts like the Duke Boys whipping themselves through the windows of the General Lee.<\/p>\n

He popped up from behind the desk and asked, \u201cDo you have a reservation?\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed to myself thinking I wouldn\u2019t need one since I felt to be the only guest stupid enough to risk their life in this massive old structure.\u00a0 I was asked to pay right there (also weird) so I gave him my card.<\/p>\n

He grabbed my card and stared at it as if he were a gay man that only played checkers and had just been handed a deck of playing cards with naked ladies on them.<\/p>\n

\u201cOhh\u2026you pay with card?\u00a0 I have never done this before.\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure what to do.\u00a0 Let\u2019s see here\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I bit my tongue and avoided saying anything that would make him feel worse than the situation already had done on its own.\u00a0 Besides, I was still so impressed that he was even able to get behind the desk.\u00a0 That step alone probably took weeks of training.<\/p>\n

He eventually pulled out some sort of card machine and figured out what to do.\u00a0 I then ask him how I could make a phone call.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have phones in the bedrooms?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, I am not very sure\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, do you have a pay phone somewhere in the lobby?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, I am not very sure\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He finally told me of a phone he knew of down the road and showed me to my room.\u00a0 We walked up a large staircase that lead not just to another floor but more odor.\u00a0 We then walked down a hallway, bumping into old furniture since no lights were on, traveled up a somewhat scary elevator, down another hallway and finally into my room.<\/p>\n

My room was a tad creepy but not too bad.\u00a0 The bathroom was actually presentable and what really amazed me about it was the haunted soap.\u00a0 On the bath tub and sink was your average small, thin hotel soap but it was unwrapped and standing upright on its very thin edge.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t tell the Bray Head Inn this but I would have paid double for my room had I known this haunted soap awaited me.<\/p>\n

I unpacked a few things, didn\u2019t see any phone in my quarters so I headed outside to call my friend Chris on a pay phone.\u00a0 I called up the fella and he told me he\u2019d be down in 10 minutes.\u00a0 While I waited, I walked the strip looking for a simple little convenience store and with much frustration, found nothing.<\/p>\n

I eventually went up to an ice cream stand and the woman working there told me there was something of a convenience store a couple blocks away called \u201cThe Ideal Store\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0 What an obscene misnomer that turned out to be.\u00a0 The Ideal Store was literally a small, hot closet with nothing but chocolate milk, soda, packaged ham, heartache and a huge step-like display of candy bars that was as big as and resembled a section of bleachers from a stadium.\u00a0 What the heck do people in this beachside Bray community eat?!\u00a0 Sand?\u00a0 Hopes of a someday supermarket?<\/p>\n

I walked back to the hotel and waited for Chris in the lobby.\u00a0 As I walked in, I looked to my left and saw a pay phone, almost visible from the front desk.\u00a0 Should I have gotten upset with the German hombre for not knowing of this phone when I asked for it earlier?\u00a0 No.\u00a0 With all the lights constantly off in the building, he probably had no idea it was there.<\/p>\n

Chris eventually appeared and I told him I had not seen him in what felt like a lad\u2019s age.\u00a0 Along with his dog, we decided to walk up Bray Head.\u00a0 This turned out to be a dodgy experience since all the rain placed a waterfall on the path we were climbing up.\u00a0 Undaunted, our journey and our conversation pressed on.\u00a0 This journey, by the way, installed some attractive ocean views for us.<\/p>\n

When we reached bottom, we walked along the beach and Chris told me a story of how he was walking his dog along the same beach several months ago, early in the morning, when a pack of young terds started throwing rocks at him.\u00a0 Amazing, I thought.\u00a0 Some people\u2019s desire to harm others is so primitive and innate that they will see someone they don\u2019t even know and think, \u201cI have to hurt a complete stranger who\u2019s out walking his dog\u201d and then literally grab the first object they find nearby and start hurling it at you.<\/p>\n

I then showed Chris the inside of the Bray Head Inn.\u00a0 He actually heard rumors of the hotel\u2019s grotesqueness and advised me to cancel my reservation when I told him where I was staying the day before.\u00a0 I told him I needed this experience to evolve as a man in the world.\u00a0 He was laughing his guy-arse off as he walked through this creepy experiment.\u00a0 He also was so moved by the haunted soap he took pictures of it.<\/p>\n

We then got in his car and went back to his place so I could say hello to his wife Jen and their new baby boy Milo.\u00a0 After some effective chatting, Jen dropped the two of us off at a restaurant where Chris and I ate and discussed hilarious stories not fit for public consumption.\u00a0 Jen picked us up later and dropped me off at my hotel.\u00a0 Jen, who grew up in Bray, looked in through the windows at the breakfast area.\u00a0 She commented on how that room used to double as a nightclub back in the nineties.\u00a0 She always marveled at how she used to see people throw up all over the place and then the next day see people eating their breakfast in the same room.<\/p>\n

I laughed but now the reality of me having to sleep in this place started to set in.<\/p>\n

\u201cI sure hope this place isn\u2019t haunted.\u00a0 I don\u2019t feel like dealing with that tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

They told me to call them if I got scared and then laughed as they drove off.\u00a0 Tender.<\/p>\n

I headed back to my room and watched \u201cBrokedown Palace\u201d with Clair Danes and Bill Pullman, a movie so potent and moving you can buy it on Amazon for 1 cent (the last I checked).\u00a0 Good nocturnal tidings.<\/p>\n

Monday, August 18th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

Risking such things I hold dear to me like my life, my reputation, my ability to trust food ever again, I elected to eat a full Irish breakfast at the Crofton \u201cThere\u2019s a Strong Possibility You\u2019ll Die in Your Sleep\u201d Bray Head Inn.\u00a0 As I waited, I was nearly blinded by the light that came from my life flashing in front of me.\u00a0 As I wondered if I would at least make it to the parking lot before the morning food buried me in death, I drank the smallest glass of orange juice I\u2019ve ever faced.\u00a0 It was literally a shot or the same volume you would use if it was mouthwash or if you were preparing a bath for a flea.\u00a0 The food came and I ate it like a lad with nothing to lose.<\/p>\n

I went back to my room and my vitals seemed okay.\u00a0 I grabbed all of my belongings and while I walked down the long dark hallways, \u201cHotel California\u201d started playing in my head.\u00a0 This melodious mental incident was uninvited and freaked me out.\u00a0 As I made my way through the maze of hallways and doors and stairways and stench, I began to pick up the pace.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t help but wonder if I would be trapped in this haunted time bomb of a hotel, a time bomb whose fuse was lit 130 years ago and would burn for eternity.\u00a0 Once outside, I breathed in a mixture of air, freedom and relief.<\/p>\n

I then drove through the Wicklow Mountains to a well-known monastery named Glendalough.\u00a0 I wandered through old ruins and cemeteries.\u00a0 I then decided to do a 5-kilometer hike that took me up alongside a series of mountain river waterfalls.\u00a0 Due to the excessive rain, the falls were wild and uncouth like their artificial relatives that reside in water parks.<\/p>\n

I continued my soggy, rain-ridden journey through a forest where I was greeted by two deer.\u00a0 One stopped and kept checking me out.\u00a0 Dirty deer!\u00a0 In addition to my creature-universal charm, I think it was due to the fact my pants were exactly the same color as their coat.\u00a0 After carefully studying the deer\u2019s body language, I was able to come up with this translation, \u201cIs that my good friend Slim the Deer?\u00a0 Why is he wearing a black jacket and holding an umbrella?\u00a0 Why is he standing upright on two legs?\u00a0 Why do my droppings look like Coco Puffs?\u201d<\/p>\n

This pensive deer eventually moved on and I entered thick, dark woods and climbed up a small, steep path that had been turned into a stream.\u00a0 At the top, everything opened up and I was gifted with supersonically good views of Glendalough\u2019s Upper Lake.\u00a0 I walked along a cliff, passed by a well-behaved group of horned goats (rams maybe?) and descended to my point of origin.<\/p>\n

Back in the car, I drove south to my next stop, Kilmore Quay, and checked into my B&B.\u00a0 Kilmore Quay is a very small, peaceful fishing village in County Wexford and provided more of the quiet nourishment that my American soul desired.\u00a0 A more tangible nourishment was soon found at the great restaurant of Silver Foxes.\u00a0 During my wonderful meal, a strange bug dropped out of nowhere onto the window sill next to me.\u00a0 Stranger was that it looked like there as another bug attached to the back of it.<\/p>\n

Grossed out by this potential scene of bug sex, I smashed this bug entity.\u00a0 Grosser still than this insect porno was this white fluid that exploded from the bug\/bugs.\u00a0 I then ripped off a small piece of my napkin and placed it over the bug(s) like people do in movies (with other humans, typically).\u00a0 I didn\u2019t do this so much out of respect for the dead as I did for the hope I could put this vile and bizarre event out of my head and get on with my meal.<\/p>\n

I then pursued a therapeutic stroll around the small village and went back to slumber.\u00a0 Tomorrow, we chat again.<\/p>\n

Tuesday, August 19th\u00a0<\/sup><\/h1>\n

Once awake, I grabbed another enemy of the heart breakfast.\u00a0 After settling the bill and packing my car, I made a brief stop at a small toy store to buy a desperately generic GI Joe type of action figure for my buddy Matt.\u00a0 Matt is a crazy big fella that builds and adores toys.\u00a0 Before I left, he requested not only a toy from Ireland but a rock.\u00a0 The second ingredient of his request would be achieved shortly after I placed my figure in my car and drove west along the sea towards Hook Peninsula.\u00a0 Matt\u2019s mystical rock was discovered in a small beach in the little village of Cullenstown, I believe.\u00a0 You have no idea the great joy it gives me to have a friend that asks me to procure a toy and rock for him before a journey.\u00a0 Only a brilliant mind is capable of such requests or a cave baby.<\/p>\n

As I drove out onto Hook Peninsula, I made a stop at Tintern Abbey.\u00a0 This abbey was built by Cistercian monks about 1000 years ago.\u00a0 The highlight of this magnificent slice of history was an entertainingly awful educational video in one the abbey towers.\u00a0 The funny thing about the video\u2019s location was that it was in a room that was hard to find and vaguely described to me by a woman in the reception area:<\/p>\n

\u201cSomewhere in the tower, you\u2019ll see a door that looks to be locked but isn\u2019t.\u00a0 Just open this door and you\u2019ll see another set of stairs that leads to another closed door.\u00a0 Open that and enter the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t tell me what was in this room or give me any reason to seek it out.\u00a0 Usually, museums are very clear on all of the areas visitors can go and why.\u00a0 Maybe Tintern Abbey simply wanted to reward visitors worthy enough to find the quasi-hidden chamber with pure delight.\u00a0 Or maybe Tintern was under some legal obligation to show this terrible video but was ashamed of it so they crappily hid the video hoping visitors wouldn\u2019t find it but could claim it was on display if the video\u2019s producer asked of its whereabouts.<\/p>\n

What was in this room was further proof that the best comedy is born from people that don\u2019t mean to create comedy.\u00a0 I found the door she spoke of and walked up the stairs to the other room.\u00a0 I spotted a television monitor with a green button.\u00a0 As my hand approached this correctly colored button, I looked around.\u00a0 The room was empty.\u00a0 The moment was right.<\/p>\n

I pressed the button and was given perfection.\u00a0 On the screen was a dorky-looking bookworm of a guy who pretended to be researching something at his desk.\u00a0 He obviously spent some time laying out some important looking books although I was so distracted by the most ridiculous and fake monocle he wore that my mind registered little else.\u00a0 With the acting talent of a pile of sticks, he displayed a sense of surprise once he saw me and greeted me with an accent that was either English or an Irish guy pretending to be English.<\/p>\n

Like so many things in life, the greatness of this video was achieved by the little things.\u00a0 A perfect example was the detectable and subdued excitement he gave off throughout the whole video.\u00a0 The thought of portraying a historian on camera was making him giddy and it was making me psyched.\u00a0 Another was his falling out of character by pulling out the monocle, talking for a while, a cut and then back to him talking with the monocle in place.\u00a0 And speaking of cuts, they were terrible.\u00a0 They would fade out awkwardly and come back to an unnatural reentry into the topic at hand.\u00a0 Since this was a one-camera shoot with no other content between cuts, you technically didn\u2019t need any cuts.\u00a0 Clearly, they were only there because he either rambled on a sleep-producing tangent or forgot what he was talking about.\u00a0 Either way, I thanked God for their presence.<\/p>\n

And what did he talk about?\u00a0 I have no idea.\u00a0 Not just because the content was staler than death itself but because I was too busy treasuring the man\u2019s aura and the poor quality of the project as a whole.\u00a0 He could have been divulging the secrets of women, speed and burritos and I would have never known.<\/p>\n

I left the abbey a stronger man and decided I was ready for Europe\u2019s (and probably the world\u2019s) oldest lighthouse that resided at the tip of Hook Peninsula.\u00a0 Once there, I climbed along the rocky shore.\u00a0 I came across several \u201cblow holes\u201d that were preceded by warning signs.\u00a0 Although a term that sounds like unsavory slang for a certain human place, the signs referred to these often grass-obscured holes that ranged in width from 3 to 6 feet.\u00a0 Most of them were about 25 feet deep and had ocean water on their bottoms during high tide.<\/p>\n

At the bottom of one of the blow holes, I spotted a beer keg, clearly the result of some young toughs and a drinking session.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Jimmy, I\u2019m done with my keg.\u00a0 Watch me chuck it into this stupid blow hole!\u201d<\/p>\n

A crash is heard.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBLOW YOU, HOLE!!\u201d<\/p>\n

I drove on past Duncannon and to the ferry of Ballyhack.\u00a0 In terms of driving, I couldn\u2019t help but think how Irish roads provided its drivers with so many near collisions.\u00a0 The roads are tight and wild.\u00a0 Little room exists for errors in this arena.\u00a0 My small bit of comfort was remembering I have an airbag although I would hate to use my airbag since it probably hurts.\u00a0 I bet it feels like the winning blow of the most severe pillow fight imaginable\u2026like if someone taped a pillow to a Louisville Slugger and just let it rip into your face.<\/p>\n

An eight-minute ferry ride took me to County Waterford where I drove west to the seaside town of Dungarven.\u00a0 A large, 198-year old brick structure known as the Cairbre House would be my sleep camp for the night.<\/p>\n

I was greeted by a friendly o\u2019fella named Brian that showed me my room and made me some tea.\u00a0 As I sipped and savored, he marked out on a map and gave me an overview of practically every restaurant in the large town.\u00a0 He then left the room and returned with a menu for every restaurant he just described.\u00a0 Not only was it a large number of menus but the menus were real menus you would get at the restaurant, not just a paper handout.\u00a0 Did he go to each of these restaurants and casually steal each menu?\u00a0 Was menu collecting a hobby for Brian?\u00a0 A disorder?\u00a0 It was a marvelously strange and welcome experience.<\/p>\n

I settled on the Mill Restaurant and was body slammed by an absurdly elite meal consisting of pork, squash, potatoes, fries and a dessert that could destroy the band.\u00a0 It would not be an overstatement to say that deep, forgotten places of me were awakened by this meal.<\/p>\n

With a stomach that was packed and stacked with delight, I noodled around Dungarven\u2019s streets in efforts to take in the lovely town.\u00a0 I drove home then to the Cairbre House (which, by the way, is Gaelic for Care Bear House) and watched an interesting program on the Discovery Channel about a Scottish guy that was attempting to break the overall time record of riding a bike around the world.\u00a0 I thoroughly enjoyed this program and I invite you to do the same.\u00a0 Good night.<\/p>\n

Wednesday, August 20th<\/sup><\/h1>\n

Let me tell you, this morning\u2019s breakfast can only be compared to a first date that exceeded all expectations. Lips kissed when it was thought that only hands would be held.\u00a0 Shared dreams of future romance were expressed when only conversations of laundry were expected.<\/p>\n

The meal was constructed of salmon that was smoked locally, free range eggs, fresh Irish brown bread, and vegetables and herbs that joined in from Brian\u2019s Care Bear garden, literally a dude\u2019s length away.<\/p>\n

I thanked Brian for his hospitality and journeyed southwest along the coast into Helvic Head and on to Ardmore along roads that Americans would classify as footpaths.\u00a0 Once in Ardmore, I went for a beautiful scenic cliff walk that took me along the coast of the town.\u00a0 This walk took me past Declan\u2019s Well and when I finished the hike, I drove over to Declan\u2019s Church.\u00a0 Not only was this the site of old church ruins, a great stone tower and a cemetery, it was also the site of my lunch.\u00a0 Well done.<\/p>\n

I then decided it was time to head north to my next destination of Clonmel.\u00a0 In addition to being a beautiful town of 16,000 peeps along the lovely River Suir, it is also the home of Bulmer\u2019s Cider, a sweet cider beer (they also make Strongbow Cider).\u00a0 I remain more or less unaffected by this fact but I mention it for all you alcoholic diabetics.<\/p>\n

I checked in with Rita at the Hillcourt House and made awesome with a cup of tea in the family\u2019s living room.\u00a0 As I wildly dipped my biscuits in my tea, I looked at several graduation photos that hung on the wall.\u00a0 From the looks of the pictures, some of the children seemed to be graduating multiple times.\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure if this was due to the pursuit of graduate degrees or if there was perhaps some graduation recall that required the student to repeat the process since the first graduation was defective in some way.\u00a0 Everyone in the photos seemed pleased so I assume the reason was the former.<\/p>\n

I unpacked, showered, dressed and walked into Clonmel center.\u00a0 A satisfactory meal was dealt with at Tierney\u2019s, one pint of Guinness was liquidated at Mulcahy\u2019s and a walk home executed by Christofella.\u00a0 Good night time, soldiers of the Sleep Army.<\/p>\n

Thursday, August 21st<\/sup><\/h1>\n

I ate breakfast, squared the bill away with Rita and motored my way to Shannon Airport.\u00a0 I pulled into the Hertz Rental Return area and was annoyed when a Hertz employee said I damaged the front left tire of my little hushmobile.\u00a0 He pointed out a tiny bulge on the sidewall of the tire that measured less than a quarter inch wide by two inches.\u00a0 It was literally the size and look of a forehead vein\u2026people will notice it but you\u2019re not getting turned down to semi formals because of it.<\/p>\n

For this tiny business, he charged me 85 Euros or roughly $127.\u00a0 I made my distaste known to this Hertz minion and how ridiculous it was to charge someone that much for what was essentially a vulcanized bagel.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I could have charged you 400 Euros ($600 bucks).\u201d<\/p>\n

He really said that.\u00a0 What a dumb thing to say.<\/p>\n

And you also could have eloped with a dead cow but you didn\u2019t because that has nothing to do with the true value of the tire.<\/p>\n

Well, I left Hertz with a mild yet manageable case of agitation.\u00a0 But by the time I was on the plane, the symptoms passed.\u00a0 Other than the guy next to me spilling a beer all over the place, the flight was peaceful and successful.<\/p>\n

Once home, I stood in the sun and passionately asked why it saw fit to desert me in the past week.\u00a0 There was no answer.<\/p>\n

I retraced the steps of public transportation I made eight days ago and returned to the comforts of 83 Willow Street.\u00a0 And with this fellas and felletes, I bid you the most tender and hairy-chested goodnights I can possibly muster.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Wednesday, August 13th When someone wins $25,000, they are expected to attend a friend\u2019s wedding in Ireland.\u00a0 The following excuse doesn\u2019t hold much water: \u201cI\u2019m a starving artist.\u00a0 I can\u2019t afford to fly over to Ireland.\u00a0 Believe me, if I could starve my way over there, I would do it in a second.\u201d So, due … <\/p>\n

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