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Chapter 2
     
     

    The phone started ringing, Mae half fell out of bed as she fumbled to pick up the phone, realizing it was just the wakeup call.  Gemma peeked out of the bathroom and laughed at her for being such a dork.  “Good morning sleepy head, you might want to hurry up.  Breakfast starts in forty minutes.”  Gemma started to get dressed; her hair was already fixed and her makeup on.
    “Well you seem awfully happy today.”  Mae said, letting out a big yawn and dragging herself to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
    “What’s not to be happy about?” she chirped.  “I’m in Ireland with my best friend, I’ve met the most handsome man here and I have another date tonight,” Gemma grinned as she touched up her hair in the mirror after putting her shirt on.
    “So, how did your date go last night?  I’m assuming quite well since you have another one tonight,” Mae replied, answering her own question, while she tied her hair in a loose pony tail.
    Gemma looked at Mae in the mirror and smiled, “Last night was so much fun.  I wish you would have gone with us.”
    “And ruin any chance you might have had for a one night stand?  I wouldn’t think of it,” Mae interjected, as she smiled at the prospect of it.
    “Aidan was every bit the gentleman last night, almost too much for my taste.  I think I would have preferred a good tumble instead,” Gemma laughed.
    Shaking her head, “You’re such a slut,” Mae teased.  “Today is day one of the tour.  What’s on the itinerary?”  She was dressing and looking for her walking shoes at the same time, nearly falling over.
    Gemma grabbed the brochure from the small table by the window, sat in the chair next to it and started reading the itinerary aloud.  “Let’s see, day one…..The Guinness Brewery, Dublin Castle, Grafton Street for lunch and shopping and our last stop of the day is the Jameson Distillery before we head back here this evening.”
    Mae took one last look in the mirror before they left the room for breakfast.  She let out a disappointing sigh as she realized, despite her extra attempts to look nice, she still looked a mess.
    Breakfast was a large buffet setup in the conference room for the tour group.  Standing by a large brick fireplace, was their driver/tour guide, a middle-aged-happy-go-lucky fellow named Paddy.  He was answering what seemed like a barrage of questions from the passengers, excited to start the day.  Mae looked around the room and noticed that their group consisted of what were mostly older couples.  It seemed like Gemma and herself were the babies of the bunch and probably the only ones single.  It made her wonder why the travel agent recommended this trip to Gemma in the first place.
    Unexpectedly, the day turned out to be fun and went by fast.  The view of Dublin from the Guinness Tower was so phenomenal that Mae could have spent hours there dissecting the city.  Dublin Castle was not only beautiful, but its rich history made it even more intriguing.  She and Gemma could have spent a week on Grafton Street shopping, but time was too short.  Somehow, Mae knew that one day she’d come back and have a chance to see Grafton Street at her leisure.  Mae also learned why she preferred Irish whiskey. The kegs used to age Irish whiskey were old winery kegs, which give the whiskey a smoother taste, unlike in America where they use new oak kegs, leaving a more “oak-ey” taste, not nearly as smooth.
    Mae sat down in one of the chairs by the window and removed her shoes from her aching feet.  “That was fun, but I’m glad to be back at the hotel.  Paddy threw so much information at us, I thought my brain would melt,” she said to Gemma.  “What time is your date with Aidan?”
    Gemma rummaged through her suitcase, trying to pick out an outfit for her date.  “He said he would be by at five-thirty.  Something about wanting to spend as much time as possible together.  It’s already