And the reception continues...

I am trying to finally catch up on some fun things but I hate to slow down to take the time to write!  


Where I left off on my trip was after our crazy, yet extremely memorable Irish wedding, that happened to be located in the middle of a cemetery, up a long walk, in the rain.  If you haven’t had a chance to read that, it is a must!  I know that is something I will never forget.  


After the wedding and we took the ferry back to the mainland, they had scheduled into the day a nap in between festivities, and I needed it.  Granted, I am not an Irish drinker but my one cider that I used for the toast required a disco nap for me.  We knew going into the reception it was scheduled to go late because of the Irish customs which is what I was most excited about.  I believe all the Americans were excited about.  
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We went to the reception site which is where the family and members of the wedding party stayed.  It was the Castello Lodge which we learned, and heard from multiple different sources the story of how that location came about.  One of the original owners of the Titanic was the builder of this home.  In the movie, there is a man who carries off a child at the end and that is the owner of the blue necklace.  He survived the sinking by sink supposedly in reality by dressing as a woman in order to save his live.  There is much folklore about him and have done minimal research thus far.  Somehow people found out about his dishonesty of getting off the boat and exiled him after burning his house down in the UK, which is how he ended up in Ireland and building the property where the wedding was held.  Beautiful property and I can’t wait to find out more about the story.  
Anyway, Shannon headed over to the wedding before me since this was her shin dig.  I hadn’t been sleeping well and struggling with my jet lag so I finally made it over closer to 9.  There was supposed to be basically three receptions.  Typical American style, kind of mix of the two, and then the final one was to be how many Irish end their evenings in family song and music bringing up the sun.  That was our goal, thus why I had to take a nap!  Needless to say, all Americans were so flipping excited for the final reception part and to partake in the Irish music with his family.  It didn’t happen. We laughed as it is getting early into the morning that all the Americans were left standing as the Irish were passed out and had to retire.  Granted, most of the Americans didn’t drink much and had to take a nap to get ready for the late night but still!  The laugh was on us as all the Americans left the reception late, hoping for some fun to pop off and they were all passed out.  
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Either way you look at that day it was nuts, crazy, one for the history books and most definitely a once in a lifetime wedding.  The stories and laughter over the craziness of the day have made it so worth going, especially now that we have dried out and our clothes are finally dry to be able to take home!  


I’m not sure that this wedding will ever be able to be topped as most memorable, but if you know of one that is crazier than this, I need an invite!!  


More soon,
Jenny