I did it! I kissed the Blarney Stone! I have now been bestowed with the gift of gab for 7 years. Just what every blogger needs. 🙂
What’s the first thing I’ll say? A cautionary tale. Do not visit the Blarney Stone wearing a shirt that potentially rides up unless you want a picture of your stomach as a souvenir. Dangling over the edge of a wall as a stranger holds your hips in place is not a good angle for anyone. There’s a professional photographer there capturing the moment, but no one’s picture looked good. Some were worse than others. Still, I wish I’d given my outfit a little more thought.
I’m not sharing the absolutely hideous picture that shows a headless me with an exposed belly. This one is bad enough. I feel sorry for the nice Chinese girl who graciously took my picture. She apologized to me afterward. She should have been warned that there are no good angles.
Kissing the stone is a very odd experience. I knew from watching Samantha Brown that I’d have to lay down and bend over backwards, but I did not expect such a big gap between me and the wall. And I didn’t expect to scoot so far that my hips were on the edge of the precipice as a stranger held me in place. Samantha Brown made it look a lot easier (and she wore a coat).
But, I did it. I kissed the Blarney Stone! Me and a million other people this year. Wonder what they’re all talking about now? Their pictures? The germs? Whether or not we could have faked it and kissed the stone wall higher up?? It’s anyone’s guess. All I know is we’re talking!
Have you kissed the Blarney Stone? Did you like your picture? And if you haven’t, do you know what you’d wear?