Yes, that is my darling groom kissing the Blarney Stone this past Monday when he was in Ireland on business. And the guy in the funny hat is a worker who's job it is to hold the tourists so they don't fall four stories off the castle and break their neck. What the blarney is the Blarney Stone anyway? I'll be honest, I had to look it up.
According to Wikipedia, kissing the stone in the castle that was built in 1446 will endow the kisser with the gift of great eloquence, or skill of flattery. (Hmmm... I'm not sure it was necessary for Jason to pucker up, he could talk the panties off......) And to make it even more interesting, you have to lie down and lean over backwards with someone holding onto your legs so you don't fall to your death. Sounds like a good time. Before he went I jokingly asked him to bring some wet wipes for his mouth, because that's just nasty, tourist after tourist slobbering on that thing for centuries? Funny thing was, he said there indeed was some kind of antiseptic spray and wipes there on the battlement, although he never saw anyone use it. Perhaps you have to request a clean Blarney??
He had a great time, but a very busy few days. I have to give him kudos, he returned with perfect Irish gifts for everyone. Noah received an authentic rugby shirt from the local team, Benny got a little stuffed bear wearing an Irish sweater from Blarney Castle, a little porcelain Irish doll for his little girl, and I got a gorgeous Irish wool scarf that matches my new coat. We sure did miss him, and I'm happy to be eating real dinners again!
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