I'll Have a Pint

This past March, I went to Ireland to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, and my friend Kellie's 30th birthday (coincidentally, the same day). This is a trip that had been almost two years in the making. The night before we left, Kellie informs me that she just realized her passport is expired. "Truly, she jests," I think to myself, only to hear her father ranting in the background about special appointments at the passport office in Boston. Well, needless to say, I flew to Ireland without her. She was, however, able to get a new passport and flight, and met up with our tour a few days later (up until she arrived, most of the people I had met thought she was my imaginary friend). But I digress.... What is the first thing I went to visit in Ireland? The Guinness Storehouse, of course! And I firmly believe, no matter what anyone says, Guinness IS different over there. The country is absolutely gorgeous; there is a reason why it is called the Emerald Isle. I spent entirely too much money, bought too much stuff, and had a fabulous time. On Kellie's birthday, I took her on a pub crawl in Killarney, and got her royally tossed (she even drunk-dialed her mother). I figure that's what good friends do; they get you completely wrecked in foreign countries. At least, that's what I hope my friends will do for me!