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In Ireland there is no such thing as the word "my" - only me- thats it. Its a whole different language actually, and when they are drinking at a wedding thats basically what the title of this blog is made of.

I arrive in Catslerae (where Britt's family lives) on wed night and soon discovered that like most Irish towns it is made up of one basic road and outskirts. The town its self has about 2500 people (tops) and about 30 pubs, give of take a few...

So first thing on the adgenda- wedding. The night before the wedding I met the bride (always good thing to do before attending someones wedding). We came just as she was figuring out what her something old something new etc. was going to be. She had it all excpet something blue. Enter Rachel with a Canadian five dollar bill. She had it taped to the inside of her shoe the whole day and night.

The wedding itself was traditional full length catholic wedding- compelete with the preist thanking them for choosing appropriate music that wasn't all abotu love- he was pretty much an old bastard that no one in the family liked.

The reseption was in clargallway at a hotel and this is where Britt was so sick with the flu she didn't make it to the fesivities and I had too much to drink and may have fallen on the dance floor- my first impressions are incredible.

Next day everyone gets together in a pub in hell's kitchen and watches a movie of teh wedding (incase we forgot by then?) Anyways another one of Britt's cousins was singing with his band and it was pure class. Next day was basically recovery from the two before.

messages to pass on:

*WELCOME CARTER!!! (your mouth is freakishly identicle to Jason's)
*Sandi I'm not sure if you are welcome in Ireland based on the reaction to your halloween costume (sorry abou tthat one)
*the two year old in the house I'm staying in loves to say Jesus when hes angry
*hows the weather at home?