Wearing Hats In Ireland

Ireland

It had been a whirlwind trip through London, Wales, and the Irish countryside.  It was beautiful, amazing and exhausting.  Having navigated the twisty roads of the Irish countryside for nearly a week, we needed a few days of nothing.

We were staying in a quaint bed-and-breakfast with a beautiful view of a lough.  We sat on the deck, read books, and stared at the water.  Earlier in our trip, we discovered quite possibly the best gin on the planet – Cork Dry Gin.  Our plan for the evening was to visit the local pub (which is an implied but unspoken rule in Ireland), visit the supermarket to buy a bottle of the aforementioned amazing gin, and have a relaxing night in the home of our host.

Upon returning home, we collapsed in the living room and proceeded to concoct gin and tonics for ourselves.  In a moment of silliness, I took a blue feather barrette out of my hair and carefully attached it to Husband’s hair.  We called him a pretty boy, continued drinking, and promptly forgot about it.

A while later, we were joined by a lovely couple from Northern Ireland and Scotland.  They were also staying at the bed-and-breakfast.  Immediately after they sat down, I made eye contact with Friend who, like myself, realized that the blue feather was still in Husband’s hair.  I stifled my giggles as best as I could.

We played the usual culture game that occurs when people from separate countries meet.  “What do you eat for breakfast in the US?”  “What have you enjoyed most about Ireland so far?”  “How have you not died driving in Ireland?”  “Do American people hate us and why do you eat so much food wrapped in paper?”

The conversation turned to places in the US they had visited.  They brought up really loving San Francisco.  They thought it was a very lovely place with lots of “expression.”  Oddly enough, they continued to emphasize their feelings about San Francisco and it was about then that I realized they thought Husband was gay.

Friend and I continued to make eye contact and do our best not to alert Husband to the fact that he was still sporting a blue feather barrette.

A while later, we retired to our bedroom and Husband went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I won’t repeat what he yelled but it was a long word with several syllables.  Meanwhile, I lay on the bed laughing and gasping for air.  He appreciates a good prank so it was only a matter of seconds before he was laughing with me.  He promised to get me back.

He is still a pretty boy.

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Kelly N. Vance is a professional freelance writer with a B.A. in Psychology and ten years in the fitness industry. Her skills are content writing, editing, cat-wrangling and making up words while claiming they are real. She may or may not have six toes. Send her love letters at http://www.kellyvance.com/wp/.

Kelly N. Vance About Kelly N. Vance

Kelly N. Vance is a professional freelance writer with a B.A. in Psychology and ten years in the fitness industry. Her skills are content writing, editing, cat-wrangling and making up words while claiming they are real. She may or may not have six toes. Send her love letters at http://www.kellyvance.com/wp/.

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