What if I never said yes? 36 of us on a coach across Ireland, we never would have
met. Losing each other at first drinks, we woke to cycle the streets. To me, it
gave Kilkenny a new meaning. The coach had 'The Script' on repeat. We drank to
that. Be it 'Jameson & dry' Most did say it was smooth, here's to me... I'm not a whiskey
guy. What followed was a day of more... Starting at Blarney, I was granted the gift
after a kiss, and spent the afternoon at the 'Cliff of Moher.' Every little part of me
felt fulfilled that day. Maybe it was the company. Each to their own, dawn to dust filled
with wanderlust... whatever, it's still unknown. We ended it in Galway. The day that I met Oscar (Wilde).
a walking tour of the city so iconic to yesteryear my artistry awoke. It was he
who wrote the sentiment at the start of this I spoke (to live is the rarest thing in the world). It was here I took my
first sip. It tasted rather smooth. Something I'll never forget.
I was asked about my favorite experience. The islands were called Aran. It was
the first time I felt like I was free.
Nothing but the pedals, a group of friends, berries lined the streets
beautiful castles were built by the beach.
It was the Emerald I could see. We then crossed to the north. The first sign of
rain. Peaceful in its current state but darlin Derry/Londonderry oh lord I felt
your pain. So we moved a little further. To a side that made me gasp. Be it
science or fiction, my eyes preferred the latter. Getting lost
in the Giants story the causeway didn't matter. You know that saying, about
the journey not the destination... if there's ever an exemption, an extra hour of
procrastination it'd be here I'd take more time. Belfast was on the line.
A division of opinion. On the wall I printed peace. A city that never sleeps.
We took to the streets sung karaoke. 'Zombie' was the anthem, it made sense after all,
after war, after Belfast Dublin was to explore. One last city. One
last hurrah. A Factory full of it. My mind lost in the advertisement. Cobblestone
streets bustling pubs the final sleep one last hug.
What if I never said yes?