Days 8-10: Armagh? My Sweet Hill? I guess St. Patrick was in better shape than we are.
September 1st 2006 While packing for the next leg of our trip, we put on some music using the trusty iPod and let loose with some singing. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which Jenn answered. A guy about our age stood there and said, “Oh, hi, I just HAD to come over and see who was holding that note!” Jenn laughed and closed the door. Very random. Apparently, our karaoke practices had been paying o
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