"Oh My God, We Kilkenny!"
For our one free weekend, a trusty comrade -- William Schauberger -- and yours truly decided to make the hour-and-a-half-long-trek to a noted tourist destination -- Kilkenny. (On an unrelated note, all apologies for the weak South Park pun acting as the title.) The trek started out on a heated note, but only if the train was not aware of the existence of air conditioning. The first night was rather laid-back in nature and tone, with a customary swill of three pints at the hotel bar, but Saturday was all action for the fellow comrade and I. To start off the bright new day in Kilkenny, William and I went to the site of the former Smithwick brewery -- known for its trademark red ale -- and toured the facility with a wonderful tour guide, Molly, who at 19 years old, was incredibly intelligible and engaging with the history of the brewery and the Smithwick family (side note: I hope all the best for Molly, who certainly has a bright future.) It was intriguing for Molly to dictate how th...