I'm off to the Emerald Isle in a few days and my suitcase is stuffed with wool socks, Cuddle Duds, and boots. My brain is swirling with class information, flight schedules, and big-sisterly advice. However I must admit that my Ireland preparation has gone on much longer than these past few summer months. It probably all started just shortly after I was born. The moment when my parents named me Maureen Bridget to be precise. The following years were filled with Mary Black, "The Quiet Man," and Irish of the Fighting variety. And let's not forget you beer-blooded Hogans and all your salt potatoes. How could I not pick up a few things from a week with you seanachies. So I've compiled a short list of the most important pieces of information I'm taking with me across the pond.
1. No patty fingers in the holy water.
2. The cure for a toothache is Jameson.
3. Curb your jigging speed while on bleachers.
4. They're called pubs not bars.
5. Blood pudding is nothing like Jello pudding.
6. Just trow it in te wash and it'll be grand.
7. It's sláinte not cheers.
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