1) St. Paddy’s Day. Oh.My.Goodness. ShaNaNa and I got to the pub early enough to wonder if breakfast was being served. In our true to typical opposite form, my shirt, as I previously had shown, said, “Keep your hands off my Shamrocks!” and ShaNaNa’s shirt said, “Rub My Jugs for Good Luck!” Yup, as the day went on and it got to be around 8pm, people were asking her if they could get some good luck. We had some Irish Car Bombs (Yum), Guinness, a new drink called Baby Guinness (SO GOOD), and then around 7pm my dad called. Apparently he and I had a twenty-minute long conversation where I informed him of all the drinks we had that day, the boy I met from Galway that I loved very much (and really wanted to marry at that point in the evening), the music, men wanting to rub Shan’s boobs and of course, the music (again). Of course I didn’t actually remember telling him any of this until he and I talked on Friday morning. Goooooooood times people. Good times.
2) I ate a fortune cookie last night. This was my fortune: “You will not sucks forever.”
Uh. Seriously? Thanks Fortune Cookie! And because you have to add “In Bed” (as it is a fortune cookie) I realized that fortune cookies can indeed, make you feel like a loser.
3) I read this on my Cookie’s Blog:
“And let’s face it. No one could date me without a decent sense of humor.
Hell, no one could stand me if they didn’t have a sense of humor.”
*Blink*
And all I could think of is, “NO SHIT”.
4) I’m working every angle I can to get my ass, and MindyMom’s ass, and Danielle’s ass, and maybe T’s ass, to Vegas. Seriously. Every damn angle. Cuz that, my friends, is a lotta hot asses. 
5) I had a date Friday night with a man from Galway. *dreamy sigh* Then he flew home Saturday. My luck is terrible people.
6) Sometimes, when a man says to you, “Can I feel your balls?” you have to just say, “Well … okay.”
1. We had an Irish club that opened at 6:00 am for the celebration. CRAZY!
2. Oh, boo to the fortune cookie. Maybe you just sucks because you are WITH hymen. Need to remedy that situation, girl, and then no more sucksing.
3. Dude, peeps without a sense of humor need their own planet, me thinks.
4. Whoa if those HOT asses get to Vegas, take PIX and lots of them!
5. Very cool! I had a few dates with an awesome guy, myself. Woot!
6. Yikes, do we WANT to know?
1. Your father must do a lot of sighing.
2. Well, at least that’s slightly encouraging for your hymen, right?
3.
4. I hope Vegas is bracing itself.
5. Aw. Don’t worry. You will not sucks forever.
6. Won’t even ask.
-R.
1)Your St. Pat’s Day sounds AWESOME!
2)WTF? That cookie sucks!
3)Humor is KEY!
4)I am also working all the angles. And I have an update for you that ROCKS!!! I WILL turn 40 in Vegas!
5)We need to change out luck in Vegas.
6)Agreed. I just told I guy that I wished his balls were as big as mine.
I was introduced to baby Guinness’s when I was last in Dublin in 2007- I don’t remember much after pounding back 10 of those sweet things. I brought the drink back here to Canada and my poor hubby needed help up the stairs and into bed after drinking those with cans of Guinness I had brought back for him. He was so cute singing Irish songs and planting his face into the wall- lol!
Galway….I am sure you can go there to visit him lol. I will let you know the next time I am heading over to Ireland for a visit. Just know that we usually start drinking early and finish early- early in the morning I mean as we like to watch the sun come up. I usually end our drinking with me trying to sing Oh Canada in the back garden at the top of my lungs to wake up the neighbours and forgetting the lyrics. You could do star spangled banner before we face plant into bed to sleep before we do it again. My liver has only now recovered from the 2007 visit. Good times.
Love the convo you had with your dad. And I hope I never have a phone call like that with my daughter! Ha
1. Wow. Well, I’d expect nothing less from a girl who loves Ireland.
2. You don’t sucks anyway. You don’t need a cookie to tell you that.
3. Oh RE… why would you accept anything less than someone with a sense of humor?
4. Workin’ on my ass so that it looks good in Vegas… And I’m still workin’ my own angles to get there.
5. Details people! We want details!
6. Girl’s got some big ones. Some men are envious.
We need to invent some Big Daddy Guinness! Maybe in Vegas!
We are some Hot asses and I have started the begging of my soon to be ex. I am guessing that if he thinks I might get some in Vegas he will flip the bill so that he doesn’t have to give me any.
I have a plan baby!
@T – *laugh* I didn’t. I was just talking, in general. Besos has an extremely good sense of humor.
And by that, I mean she somehow tolerates me without wanting to kill me.
Can I go to Vegas too?
Cork’s better than Galway I assure you
4. I’m all for you and those other girls workin’ that ass. Best of luck in all of your future endeavors.
I am so out of creative comments tonight. Where the hell is Galway and why is it so dreamy?
^ Ireland!!
I wish I had boobs. I am pretty flat. No one would want to rub my no-jugs. QT, T, Mindy and Danielle MUST go to Vegas because I want pictures too and someone has to make a sex tape.
If it’s true that you “will not sucks forever” – I can already hear some men crying somewhere.
Pippi – I read your comment and was like “WOO HOO SEX TAPE!!”
I was volunteering myself mentally.
Then I kinda was like “Heeeeeeeeeyyyy wait a minute!”
T will do it.
Who me??
*whistles innocently while adjusting her halo*
I don’t know what you’re talking about…
I just laughed… and then laughed some more.
No other comments, just giggles from the Rainy State.