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?