Got to Ireland.
Got to the bar.
Got a pint of the Black Stuff.
Got out while the going was good.
Got a wonderful welcome from the Ks and the Os.
Got ever-so-slightly clucky over Baby O'K.
Got out and about in some beautiful scenery.
Got eaten alive by Gnashing Gnats of Doom.
Got stuffed to the gills with yummy food.
Got my nose into numerous glasses of red wine.
Got it reaffirmed that Guinness served in Ireland is the best in the world.
Then got it reaffirmed again.
Got saddened by nostalgia.
Got filled with helpless laughter.
Got some great memories.
Got a smile on my face.

Oh... and I also got the job.

:)