Well, we’re off to Ireland after a slight hiccup thanks to hurricane Irene.  Speaking of which, did you know that you can’t spell Ireland without Irene?  I read that somewhere.

In addition to packing everything I own that’s green, I’ve been practicing some of the colloquialisms of the country.  Here are some of the things that I have been advised to say all the time when I’m in Ireland: 

– Wow, the Guinness really does taste different over here.

– Hi, I’m looking for Rory McIlroy.

– OMG!  There’s a flock of sheep crossing the road.

– Ahoy Matey

– Do you know Bono?  

– Huh?  I guess people don’t really wear kilts here.

If they have the internet over there, I’ll be live blogging everything we do.  In all seriousness though, I’d really like to play a round of golf with Rory.  Can anyone get that set up?