





so. I just got home (we arrived back last night) from Ireland..The trip seemed to start fairly smoothly (although rushing to the shops to buy last minute things..y'know..like a suit for Matt, proved stressful as my boy HATES shopping, of any kind) but still..

Instant karma. When we got to the airport (which is pathetically small, with NOTHING to do) after hanging around for 2 hours, the flight was delayed by 40 minutes or so, which meant we missed our coach from Dublin To Galway, on the west coast.. We ended up staying in a hotel in Dublin that night (unnecessary expense).. all things seemed fine.. we figured we get up for the first train out of Dublin which was at 7:10a.m. I was up at 6, far perkier than I should have been, and we wandered over to the train station, preparing ourselves for the 3 hours train ride. This was arriving in Galway at 10a.m-ish, which gave us plenty of time to get ready for the wedding.
HOWEVER...once we got there, Matt decided he needed a cigarette. And we missed the train.


Of course my sister's small house was chaos, full of insane women fixing hair & makeup (my sister was definately the calmest of the lot) we made it to the church, the service was wonderful (for a church service)..she looked like Scarlett O'Hara in a blood red ballgown-style dress, and us bridesmaids were all in black.. (I'll put pics up once I get them) We spent half an hour afterwards in the Universtity grounds having pictures taken, then headed out to the castle where the reception was.
AFter the initial madness of getting there, everything else went very smoothly. If I hear Matt utter the words "We're in a castle" ever again, I'll cry.

So..fun all round. My sister's married and incredibly happy. I'm not, but still incredibly happy

Ooh ooh and I got my SG beater through (finally..but its so cute, it was worth waiting for)

x fin x
Hope the journey home wasn't as bad as getting there. Once something bad happens, everything else seems to just go wrong!
The beater looks fantastic - so wanna get me one of those!