My Studly Kiss

I woke up sore from head to toe; a result of my intense workout the in the gym. It was a good feeling, but my knee was was swollen and in pain. Not so good.

Our first stop of the day was the National Stud Farm. We learned a little too much about breeding horses, but I guess it's always good to learn. However, I did get the enjoyment of seeing a Stud worth 80 million euros. 80 MILLION EUROS! That was crazy. I also heard some awesome quotes about the mares and their importance in breeding. "You could put a rockinghorse in her and she would foal a champion." Wow. The most important thing I learned about the Stud farm is that it is basically a whorehouse. A Horsewhorehouse.

We arrived that evening in Blarney, a small village outside of Cork. As you all may know, Blarney is famous for the Blarney Stone. Legend has it that one who kisses the Blarney Stone is given the gift of Blarney. What nobody tells you is that the Blarney Stone is at the top of a really tall castle on top of a really high hill. Not the best place for someone who is afraid of heights. But, I braved it and climbed all the way to the top, leaned over the edge BACKWARDS, and kissed the stone. The picture that they took of me was really bad, so the only picture I have is right after I kissed the stone, but that's okay. I don't mind. I look good. Sort of.

After my adventure at Blarney Castle, I had an even greater adventure at dinner. At first I sat down with the Philly boys, but they got up and left me. So after giving Dennis crap for it, he tells me to sit at the head of the table, and to at some point tell my table mates, "I suppose you have been wondering why I have brought you here today" to which I replied, "only if you pretend to get shot". And thus it happened. And it was hilarious. Patrick even got up to help Dennis at first, but then realized what was going on. We laughed so hard.