we're going

It's official, Tracy and I bought our tickets to Ireland tonight. I will be eating and drinking and in a general state of merriment on my 32nd birthday in a pub somewhere in Dublin. I wasn't sure we would pull it together since our only mutual available time to travel this year is for 2 weeks in the middle of September, but we did it. Now I have to book the car rental ... or rather, hire a car (getting into the state of mind ... lol). I want to (and will have to) drive but I am completely petrified at the same time. I foresee goodtimes on the motorway(read: screaming and yelling and panicking and maybe even crying on the motorway) ... why can't they just drive on the right like a civilized nation? I am going to be popular on the Emerald Isle I can just tell.