Wind and Wings

So I arrived in Ireland today, just in time to celebrate St. Patrick's Day with the locals. Getting here was quite a journey. Flew out of Paris, but it was the airport near Disney, so it took a train, an automobile, and then finally a plane to get to Dublin. Now, to say it was windy in Dublin today, is like saying it's sometimes humid in August in Houston. Needless to say, today was the first time I didn't silently make fun of people for clapping when we landed safely. You know how people tell stories about an airplane experience and they say "I thought the wing was going to come off," just to add effect. Well, today we almost lost the right wing of the plane, and I mean that 100% wholeheartedly, no effect needed. We hit some major turbulence just before landing, and right as the wheels hit the ground, the plane decided to pop a wheelie, yes, pop a wheelie, and everyone was thrown to their right. Passengers on the right side of the plane (like myself) had no choice but to look out the window (as I was just tossed in that direction) and I was waiting to see sparks and then fishtail out on the runway. It was surreal and thankfully so shocking that I didn't have enough time to fear for my life long enough to give myself a heart attack. And shockingly, I still have not had a drink today (saving up for tomorrow). So, here's to hoping it's a calm day upon my departure to London. Happy early St. Patrick's Day--here's to the luck of the Irish, Cheers!