So, I woke up pretty early the next day. Before anyone else did, I mean. Waaaay before everyone else did. I snuck downstairs like a secret agent, using a trick I learned from Nancy Drew, and spent several long, antagonizing minutes trying to open a granola bar as quietly as possible. After The Parents woke up, I had toast and took a shower before going strawberry picking.
It should be noted that I have absolutely no memory of this. I'm just getting it from my carefully jotted down notes.
That day we took a car ride to Cork, and it apparently took long enough for me to initiate Emergency Boredom Buster Level 5: Hangman on my dad. I do remember that it took us a while to find a parking space for our giant epic van.
Let's just pretend it looked like that, all right?
And so we went to the mall. There was some really cool and very well done graffiti in the ladies' room, and I can assure you that I'm kicking myself for leaving my phone in Indianapolis and therefore not getting a picture. There was also a really cool escalator.
I got a cheese and onion sandwich for lunch—it's better than it sounds…kind of—and then I, my parents, and some other people set off for the butter museum!
Yes, there is really a butter museum in Cork.
Anyhoo, I spent most of my time there sitting in the back stairwell listening to a repeating radio short about butter. I thought it was awesome. That's just the sort of person I am.
After leaving the butter museum, we walked around Cork for an eternity. While we were in a bookstore we saw some guy get arrested in front of the camera store across the street, the same camera store where my mom's camera was getting fixed. …And that's all I remember from Cork. La-di-da!
Well, that and the fact that the parking garage must have been designed by B. S. Johnson. It took us ten or fifteen minutes to maneuver our large van out of that stupid parking space. But we did it! Specifically, Deb, the driver, did it. She must be some sort of goddess.
Okay, so my notes say we went to a museum. What museum? I can't remember what museum we went to! But, apparently, we went back to the cottages afterwards and stopped for a bite to eat on the way. And we stopped at one of those roadside castle once owned by Sir Raleigh. They're everywhere in Ireland. It's like a plague.
Hmm…a plague of castles. I like it.
Got home. Slept. The end.
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