I made it out alive!

So I met the yank Beth from ‘I didn’t have my glasses on’ and I know you are all waiting with bated breath to see how it went? Was she a crazy stalker? Was she in fact a he, as my children suggested? Was she anything like I imagined?

Sadly for those of you who would love a great story, she was in fact just lovely.

We had agreed to meet Saturday afternoon in a small town near where I live. I’d picked a rather prominent hotel with a lovely outdoor seating area looking out to the sea, and hoped she’d find it. As time ticked by I was looking forward to our meeting more and more.photo credit: Kinsale via photopin (license)

I was not to be disappointed. Beth arrived with her friend Karen and from our very first hello it was easy. Conversation flowed and there was much laughter and discussion. The minutes ticked by and became hours. It was a lovely easy afternoon and I would hope we moved from online friends to ‘real’ friends.

I had worried, for at least a nano second, that they may not understand my Irish accent, but I think they did. At least they seemed to laugh at appropriate moments and nod their heads in general agreement at my words of wisdom. I had no bother at all understanding them and both were great story tellers.

Just before leaving I gave Beth a token gift, a little reminder of Ireland. It was a small sign saying ‘Ah for fecks sake.’ Yes maybe a bit of a twee present but it is a living expression, of which I can be heard making a lot of use of daily!

Our imminent good bye prompted Beth’s call for a photo shoot and you know what I think of standing for photos! However she was not to be put off and seemed to have no worries that our new friendship was being tested. I moaned (with a smile) as she ushered me near the water. To my dismay Karen asked some random stranger would he please take a photo of the three of us. When I further moaned (still with a smile) Karen said, with a glint in her eye and perhaps a slight threat in her American accent, ‘I could always go get my selfie stick in the car?’ The thought of that almost broke me, so I agreed (still smiling), although I may have said, ‘If you went for that selfie stick I’d definitely have put you both in the sea.’ So we posed and smiled and I must admit I’m delighted to have a photo to remember the day.

Not that I’m likely to ever forget it.

beth and I


photo credit: Kinsale via photopin (license)

photo credit: IMG_4440 via photopin (license)

25 thoughts on “I made it out alive!

  1. hah! i just posted mine and lucky we are on the same page or i would have said, “for feck’s sake!” i can’t wait to use that at home and we hope to see you in ann arbor one day, my irish sister and friend. )

    1. Haha. I’m hoping to get over to check your’s out shortly.
      I really enjoyed our meeting. Thanks for making the effort. Enjoy what’s left of your journey and be sure to use your new lingo often, ‘Ye big eejit.’ ‘You gobshite’ and of course ‘for fecks sake’
      Yes indeed we Irish have a way with words. ๐Ÿ™‚
      Safe trip home.
      Slรกn agus beannacht. x

    1. Can you imagine! Thanks I debated ‘at length’ if I’d break a long habit of denying I exist in real life, but feck it…

  2. Brilliant! I have just followed the link from Beth’s page, and looks like you had a great time! I’m all for meeting blog buddies, recently spent a few days in Warsaw with one, and met another whilst there…

    1. I actually can’t believe the number of bloggers who’ve met others abroad. I always knew blogging was a very social activity but hadn’t realised so many met up.
      Thanks for popping over. Lovely to ‘meet’ you. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. You know the way, after a few drinks, you sing that song and the next day someone reminds you of it? Well the same with my decision to post that photo. So don’t mention it Duncan! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. What a great photo of the two of you together! It’s proof positive that bloggers don’t just exist inside computers, but are in fact actual people out there in the real world. ๐Ÿ™‚

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