Ok, I couldn't resist a story before I leave... I won't be online for a week anyway, so I have to give you something to whet your appetites.
Now I'll tell you, I've been to Ireland before, twice actually. The first time was an absolutely amazing experience, and the second time was, well work hell on that International Business chaos level. But anyway, my first trip to Ireland coincided with my 21st birthday and St. Patrick's Day (I was lucky enough to be born on the Ides of March (15th) and not that pesky St. Patrick's Day). I was living in France at the time of the trip and first met my bestest Jen in London (she was living there at the time) and then my mom and sister the next day. Besides a 4 hour convoluted bus route through every suburb of Heathrow where I was sure we'd see the gals from Bend It Like Beckham kicking around a 'football' any second, we made it to Ireland without a hitch. Background aside, the story begins here: We were staying in Galway and decided to make the 4 hour or so drive to Dublin for the day. On the way out there we passed McDonald's after McDonald's all with signs tempting me with a Green Shamrock Shake. Ohhh I wanted one sooo bad all day. We finally stopped at a McDonald's on the way home and stopped in the restroom before ordering. Lo and behold, on the way to the restroom was passed something unsightly.... a 4 year old had just thrown up his Green Shamrock Shake all over the floor. Saying nothing I passed the scene of the incident and made my way to the line where my sister and Jen were waiting. "Did you uhhh see that" says my sister. I replied with, "I don't want to talk about it." "Are you still getting a shake??" Jen says. "Absolutely."
And I ordered my Green Shamrock Shake... it wasn't quite as good as I thought it would be though.