I am in Kilarney where after days on the bus and meeting nothing but Americans and Canadians since arriving in Ireland – I took advantage of the fact that for the first time we were staying at a downtown hotel and I went out last night for a preBirthday celebration. With a 23 year old Charlotte (pictured below) a fellow Tour Bus inmate and saw an amazing Irish Band that did covers of all the songs that were popular when I was in high school. And Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol a secret popmusic obsession of mine. 

And somehow I met the Irish version of my Exboyfriend (yeah not saying which one) so much so that it was spooky and sort of awesome at the same time.  IrishEx was shocked that I was 27.  He guessed 21.  But Charlotte had told him my ‘true age’  I find it ironic that she picked the age that I last went out dancing till the wee hours of the morning.  But as I sit here with the worst hangover of my life, my true true age has reared it’s ugly head.  I am 31, not 27, not 23 like Charlotte and definitely not 21. 

I stopped working out.  But will get up tomorrow and take advantage of the gym here in the morning.  Although since I’m pretty sure one could take a bath in the amount of whiskey I’ve had in the last few days, not sure how much that is going to help.  But it certainly does keep one fairly sane when sharing a room with two family members.  Although I have to say my Sister has the patience of a saint.  And the good sense to stop drinking before dangerous age reversal can arise. 

Although speaking of age rehearsal, after staying out too late.  Getting locked out of my hotel and other various debacules – I think I am grounded.  Which until my liver dries out is probably a good thing.

Yesterday I kissed the Blarney Stone (yes I know they pee on it and god knows what else) not a bad way to wrap up my 30th year on earth.  The Blarney Stone may or may not have been the only Irish thing that was kissed yesterday….

Happy Birthday to me.  My 20s are long gone but I’m excited for what is to come.  Life may not have been what I had thought it was going to be when I turned 30 last year.  But it sure the hell isn’t boring. 

 

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