Sorry no picture on this one - too boring.
Got an email from Mom and Dad about 12 hours before Brian was suppose to land in Ireland. Turns out the issue with his last name being spelled wrong (and later corrected, supposedly) was not. So basically Brian couldn't check in at Portland. So after a couple of calls to travel services, and the two brain cells of the check-in attendant firing in sequence - she let him board.
We decided to skip man's worst nightmare, otherwise known as London's Heathrow airport, and just had Brian fly directly to Shannon, where I picked him up. You know, 2 hours drive in Ireland just isn't the same thing as a 2 hours drive in the US - you have wind and bend a lot more. Anyway, picked him up without any issues, and we drove back to Kinsale - where I was then off to work. He crashed.
Went to Kirby's for pizza that night - kind of a Thursday night institution anyway and an easy way to break him into food if he turned out to be a picky eater, which I wasn't expecting given his parents and he wasn't.
