I went and ate at an *actual* castle in Ireland, which was (surprisingly) a lot less stupid than I thought it was going to be. The best part? Aside from relatively good music and a really funny host guy who made light of most of the stuff while giving you information instead of trying too hard and being really cheesy, there were four jugs of wine at every table, two on each side. In one jug of each pair, there was white wine. In the other jug, red. Whenever one ran out, they refilled them and set them back on the table. My side of the table went through more jugs than I could count. Idol will attest to this, as he's seen the pictures of Julia toward the end of the evening. She's the most beautiful girl in the world, and she's always very poised and nice looking and such... and she looks completely and utterly schnockered. It was hilarious. We stumbled over to a pub right next store with a lot of people from our tour, and we both ended up downing a couple pints of Guinness after the meal was over (which ended up them shoving us out into a gift shop and giving us some... rather *strong* Irish coffee). Haha... it was like the best night ever. To this day I don't think I've ever been that drunk, not even the time me and Paul polished off a 30 pack of Coors between the two of us.
Anyway, uhm... sorry. Tangent. And idol, never tell Julia that you laughed at that picture (and I know you did), because she would kill the both of us in a rage the likes of which you have never seen.