Over the weekend, on Sunday, October 23rd, I had a game scheduled to be in Dublin. In the weeks leading up to the game I thought it would be a good idea to visit my ‘Aunt’ Margie the Saturday beforehand and spend some time with her and her family, since they live just outside of the city. The reason I write it as ‘Aunt’ is because she is my mom’s cousin, which technically makes her my second cousin, but Aunt seems more appropriate. Anyway, I bused to Dublin on Saturday afternoon and had an awesome time getting dinner with her and her husband in the city and then getting to spend time at their home at night. Once we were there, it was nice to relax and enjoy the perks of an actual home.
On Sunday morning, I woke up and my ‘Aunt’ was making breakfast (which was fantastic, by the way). I knew I was getting a ride to my game so I went to pack my belongings, and that’s when I realized that I left my basketball shoes on the bus over to Dublin. In my defense, I don’t normally let things like that happen, even though my parents would beg to differ. After texting my team to see if anyone could bring an extra pair and having no luck, my ‘Aunt’ was kind enough to drive me to the local mall to purchase a pair. The only pair close to a basketball shoe that the Foot Locker had was a pair of size 12, casual Jordan sneakers… and I’m a size 14. Needless to say, it was not the most comfortable basketball game of my life.
Despite forgetting my sneakers, which I had returned to me the other day, it was an incredible weekend in Dublin. Finally getting the chance to see my ‘Aunt’ and spend time with her family was great, and I appreciated their hospitality.
