When my husband and I planned our trip to Dublin, we chose that week for a couple of reasons: (1) to commemorate our engagaversary and (2) because that’s when I could get off of work. At least that’s why I think we chose that week. When we got there, we learned that we would also happen to be there for ‘Arthur’s Day’. I had no idea what Arthur’s Day was but apparently, I was the only person in all of Ireland that didn’t. It was the celebration of the 250th anniversary of Guinness (started by Arthur Guinness, thus the ‘Arthur’ part of ‘Arthur’s Day’…apparently Arthur Guinness is pretty much a national hero in Ireland) and on that day at 17:59 (5:59pm for all us non-military time people), everybody raised a glass of Guinness and toasted with a jubilant, “To Arthur!”. Or something like that.
So then I started to wonder…did my husband somehow know about this occasion and manage to actually plan our whole vacation around a “holiday” celebrating beer? Now, I have no evidence of this and, in fact, he vehemently denies it but the timing just seems too coincidental. What better excuse to have more pictures taken with a pint of beer?

Naturally, my husband was like a kid in a candy store. Or really, more like a guy in an Irish pub. He started practicing his toast for days beforehand and would just bust out a “To Arthur!” at the most random times. Checking out the Book of Kells, walking around Phoenix Park, admiring St. Patrick’s Cathedral, enjoying the Irish countryside…”To Arthur!” We had to stop in about 4 pubs a day and so he could order a Guinness and practice his toast. The weird thing is that before this trip, I had never seen him order or drink Guinness. Not once. And now one could almost think he’s the spokesperson for the company.






































Stacey, it may be a goofy picture but at least it’s a good haircut!
So, I have years of this kind of behavior to look forward to with my husband? Great…
Wow, Ashley. Not only is that quite a shirt he’s got on but the face he’s making is pretty hot too. He’s aaaalllll yours!
And another from Darcy, which I had to include because who doesn’t love a picture of their man cuddling a 40 of Budweiser as if it were his one true love?

