We’re about half-way through the trip, and I’m taking advantage of my aunt’s computer and internet access to see how many of my predictions are correct. We’re having a great time, and I’ll have lots to report on when I get back.
- Bethany will train for her marathon and may actually drag me along with her on a run.
- Bethany did indeed run twice so far, but I’ve managed to avoid going on the runs with her.
- We will climb both mountains in my hometown: Knocknarea and Ben Bulben. Yes, they’re mountains. Don’t try to tell me they’re just really big hills.
- Due to the weather and other circumstances beyond our control, we weren’t able to climb the mountains. We did get some excellent views of them, though, and they’re still as wonderful as always.
- “The Killers” will be played at least once at every dance club we go to. Maybe twice.
- I was dead on with this one. U2 is another constant.
- Frankie’s (my cousin) birthday party will last at least two days.
- I was close on this one. For most of us it lasted two days, but Frankie managed to stretch it to three. It was one of the best parties I’ve ever been to.
- I will bust out at least one Jig, and maybe hop in a céilí if we have one at the birthday party.
- No step-dancing yet, but they did play a song from Riverdance at the party. I don’t know the steps for that one, but I managed to make up some of my own.
- It will rain every day at least once.
- Without fail.
- I will drink more Lyon’s tea than I have in the last six months. Let’s not even talk about Bacardi.
- Correct on both accounts.
- Someone will get chatted up by an old man at the pub. My money is on Jenny. He may even propose marriage to her, and he will definitely sing to her. A totally hypothetical situation. It’s never happened to me before…
- Again, I was a bit off. I managed to get hit on by the biggest creeper at the party. Well, I wouldn’t really call it being ‘hit on.’ He sat next to me and when my back was to him, he tickled me and thought this would work. He stretched his hand out to shake mine, so I reciprocated, but then he tried to kiss it. I grabbed it back and told him to behave himself. Luckily one of my cousin’s friends came over and saved me at that point. I owe him a drink for that.
- I will devour at least five 99’s: ice cream cones with half of a Cadbury’s Flake sticking out of it. Each one will be followed by a Lion Bar, and I will like it. Very much. All will probably be accompanied by a cup of tea.
- Wrong again. I haven’t had a single 99, Flake, or Lion Bar. Plenty of tea, though.
- At least one guy at the bar will accuse Orlaith and me of not being sisters because “she [Orlaith] has an Irish accent and you don’t.” Orlaith always manages to pick her accent back up when we get there, but I don’t seem to have that skill.
- While no one has accused us of not being sisters, Orlaith has managed to pick up her Sligo accent, and I still have my American accent. Without fail, every time I open my mouth someone goes, “Oh, so you’re a Yank are you?” I don’t think Orlaith’s been asked at all.
We’ll see what happens on the rest of the trip. We’ve just finished four days in my hometown of Sligo, and now we’re ready to cause trouble in my Mom’s hometown of Moate.
