It would have been nice if they had been French...

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Dear Mike Kindel,

I ALMOST got to smack someone.  It was sooooo close.  The only thing that held me back was that not a single one of those fools were French.  Oh, no.  They were all Irish.

We came back from a night on the Kilkenny town--a town you would just love--to a mostly quiet hotel.  I watched some screen and the rest of them went to bed.  So, it was with a shock that around 4 AM we hear men yelling in the halls and laughing like loons.  At first, I assumed the bus load of men were from a sports team, but we found out later they were part of a stag party.  Now, you know that I'm fine with people having a good time and stag parties are generally a good time.  But, when that good time includes pounding on doors in the wee morning hours scaring my Aunts and children, that's when I feel that a good time has to be put on the back burner to respect.

After the idiots came a pounding on our door, Ker shoo-ed them away.  But, they thought it would be great fun to prank call all the phones on the hotel floor.  At this point, I'm seeing red. I'm ready to beat some heads together.  But, I know they won't feel it because they are stone drunk.  But, you'll remember that I'm devious; I can bide my time.  It comes to me that if I wait until they have had a chance to be hungover, I can make more of an impact.

Come morning, we get our sleep deprived selves ready.  Colleen and I open the door and right in front of it is a hung over 40 something clad in just his maroon boxer briefs.  This was so not the sight I wanted to Colleen to ever have to experience.  Men in their undies is such a shocking site (I'm still broken after I saw Sten in his bathrobe).  So, I still had that head of steam at breakfast.  Every bloody one of the revelers came down to breakfast.  I'm glacial to them.  I'm pushing past them and elbowing them away from the food.  My plan is to be a general bitch until one of them protests, then I'm gonna pound them into the ground.  Then yell at them.

But, common sense prevails and I get behind Val's idea of making them pay for our rooms.  Which the front desk lady arranged with a particular sparkle to her eye.  I only wish we could have informed the rest of the people on our floor that these morons were picking up the bill.  That would have been a fitting punishment.  Instead, I had to be content with a free nights lodging and a couple of parting remarks to the smokers in the parking lot.

HOWEVER, I want to assure you that if even so much as one of them had spoken with a french accent, I would have clocked him drunk or not!

When are you planning on dragging my sister over?  You don't have much time…

Amy