Driving, then Drinking

One week ago today we jumped in the car and headed to the Cliffs of Moher. Eight hundred feet high facing the Atlantic. It was a very strange day weather-wise. We went back and forth from foggy to clear a half dozen times. It kept seeming like it would burn off, only to come back thicker.

Approaching the cliffs it cleared for a bit and we came across a very strange cloud formation. It almost seemed like the clouds fell from the sky and were there for us to drive through.



When we got there it was very windy and foggy. We thought we wouldn't be able to see anything. And while we didn't get the best possible view, we did get an eerie one, with the wind whipping the fog off the cliffs only to dissipate over the water.

On the way home we made a wrong turn. And because we (I?) did so in the Burren, a creepy, wasteland type area void of any sign of people save endless rock walls, there was no way to turn around. I was not about to try a 3 point turn in total darkness at the edge of a cliff flanked by rock walls. After about a half hour we finally came to a town and got directions. Of course they confirmed my worst fear: we'd have to turn around and make the same drive back. By the time we got home I felt like I had been in a fight. My back was sore from tension and my mind was pretty well spent. Solution? Go drinking. What was that, some type of trick question?

We spent our evening at The Bunch of Grapes, which is a misnomer, because it is not a wine bar. We ended up having a grand time. My uncle, that little devil, got us to share our feelings and thoughts about ourselves and our families for hours. He was especially entertained and intrigued by my brother's favorite joke as a kid. It goes like this:

Two guys are walking through the woods. They pass a pile of rabbit poop (although I changed it to sheep poop in "honor" of what we saw everywhere around here). One guy says, "what's that?"

The other says, "it's brain food."

So the first guy eats some. "This tastes like shit!"

"See, you're getting smarter already."

Uncle claims you can tell a lot about a person based on their favorite joke. Hey, he's the psychologist, who am I to disagree? Although he wouldn't say what this revealed about my brother. Hmmm… hope little brother's not about to go nuts or anything.