A nun cut me in line for the bus today. Yes, a nun. I let it slide since I figured her chances of getting through Heaven's Gate are far greater than my own. (Shocking, I know.) Besides, I have the gift of eloquence now. That's right, I kissed the Blarney Stone! Since no one else was interested in making the trek down to Blarney, I bussed it on my own.
Growing up (as all little girls do) I wanted to be a princess and live in a castle. I don't think I share those feelings today after visiting a real one. Castles are cold, dark and dreary. Yet, somehow, they still remain magnificent.
It was nice to freely explore and wander through Blarney Castle. The grounds were spectacular with tons of walking paths. And, once you get to the top, you have the pleasure of kissing the stone.
The process of Kissing the Blarney Stone was uneventful and probably one of the least ladylike moments of my life. One man flips you over and shoves you far down this hole to kiss the stone while another takes your picture. I know, eloquent indeed.
3 comments:
I demand the picture of you kissing the stone! put it up little blonde sister! we only want pictures of the princess to be, kissing down under, while wearing her boyfriend's underwear. A beer in hand would be good too. post it now.
I vote! I want to see that picture!
Dear Mr. Anoymous (although I believe I know who you are) and Monchichi:
By this time in my adventure my panties along with the rest of my luggage returned to me. As for the picture of me kissing the stone, it's not a digital copy and I don't have a scanner. However, feel free to come visit me in CA and I will be more than happy to show it to you.
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