The first was getting out of the taxi headed to the ghost tour. I had just paid my share of the fair and was taking a couple steps back from the cab. As I turn I didn't notice not one but TWO steps down to the street. The next thing I know is that I'm on my butt in the middle of the street in Dublin. Go Me!
You think it can't get worse but it does..... So were on the ghost tour and just left one section of the haunted "castle" and was headed back to the most haunted part of the grounds. Well we had to go down a walk way of steps and I wasn't really paying attention to anything because a car had passed baring Dear Maria and I was singing along taking pictures of a random tree limb that caught my attention. Well here I was taking a picture and the next thing I know I'm face down on the concert steps and my camera is two steps down..... WTH happened!!!!.... I ended up tearing my ACL and scraping my knee pretty bad.... along with ripping a whole in my jeans.... So I blamed my klutzy moment on the little ghost bot the tour guide was talking about not that I got distracted by my favorite band.... oh and when i checked my camera everything was fine the only thing wrong was that last picture... it was missing....every other picture I took that day was there but not that one.....hmmmmm I wonder what happened? But anyways the rest of the trip I told everyone that the little ghost boy pushed me down the stairs. ;) LOL
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