Wednesday, April 30, 2008

We almost have an itinerary

We leave in less than 24 hours. Today, Cameron and I finally decided it was time to look into what the hell we will be doing in Ireland in a week. After about an hour and $400 (I cringe thinking of how many burritos that would buy--at least 61, plus a couple of rolled tacos), we had found ourselves a place to stay in Dublin. We had also booked a flight out of Cork, so at some point on May 9 (the day after Cameron hopefully gets punched in the face by an Irish girl) we will make our way southwest.

This brings Cameron's tab up to something over $1,000.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Contusion caused by blunt impact

I am going to write all my posts in italic, since it is much more annoying...

I hate Matt. However, I am glad he had decided to take the lead in booking all our rooms and flights (except for Ireland) since I am incapable of doing it correctly. About the only thing I am responsible for during the trip is turning 29, which I think I will do without any help from anyone. In fact, Matt and I will be somewhere in Ireland and my only wish is to challenge someone to a drinking contest for my birthday. Hopefully, it is a girl or a little person (ie. leprechaun) weighing less than 125 pounds.

I am getting excited about the trip. With that I will leave you with a picture of my bruise (taken with the mighty camera phone). The bruise is courtesy of Christy Villa's line drive into my thigh.You can start to make out the stitch marks from the ball after three days; this is why I hate left handed people.


Bruise Day 1:


Bruise Day 3:

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Cameron versus Matt: Prologue

T-minus one week until takeoff. The trip is set, except for the small matter of planning a three-day visit to Ireland. The plane tickets are bought (except for Ireland), the hotels are booked (except for Ireland), and all without Cameron mistakenly scheduling everything for a month ago.

This weekend, we prepare by birthday-ing, first for Jewel and then for Molly.

This is all very interesting, I know. And no one will actually read this yet, because we haven't sent anyone the link. But I digress. I must lay the groundwork for the epic journey ahead. In three weeks, it will all be but a memory, and Cameron will be even more of an old, broken man.