Matchmaking Delights!
By TheBOX featured Travel Writer: Sharen Ram
The Matchmaking Pub in the town
While traveling around Ireland, I quickly learned that September doesn’t just bring the beginning of fall but it’s also the start of the matchmaking festival in a town called Lisdoonvarna in County Clare. This festival isn’t a weekend or even a two-week event. Surprisingly, it lasts for the entire month of September! Crazy right? Anyway, the big question before me as a singleton is whether or not to make my way to Lisdoonvarna one of these weekends to take part in all the love and happiness that such a festival brings. After all, aren’t these infamous matchmaker’s from small Irish towns supposed to help you find true love?
The more I looked into whether or not a trip to Lisdoonvarna would be a worthy way to spend a precious weekend, the clearer the answer becomes. In the end, it all boiled down to a tall tale from the festival’s sorted past. It all happened a long, long time ago before I ever set foot in Ireland. There was a group of girls (please note…not an urban myth as they were friends of friends) that made their way to Lisdoonvarna during the month of September. After arriving in the town, they found their way to a bar for a pint and a good craic. It was at this pub, they saw a young women in her early 20s making out with a man old enough to be her grandfather like they were teenagers in the backseat of a car. Hmmm. First thought was maybe he was wealthy beyond belief with the follow-up thought being along the lines of she was a girl with daddy issues. Don’t get me wrong – totally not judging. Anyway, if that wasn’t enough, the elderly gentleman in his 70s was holding something in his hand behind his back. The big question was what the hell was he holding on to so dearly! As hard as these girls tried, no one could see what he was holding onto. One of the girls even marched by the couple in order to get a better look while on the way to the toilet but the mission was an epic fail. Eventually this couple came up for air and he opened his hand and put his false teeth back in his mouth. Yup, he was holding on to his teeth this whole time so they won’t interfere with all that face sucking.
Now if that doesn’t scream romance then I’m not sure what does. What else could a girl possibly want in a mate, right? Turns out that the matchmaker for this town is already headed towards his 2nd divorce so it seems that September in Lisdoonvarna may be less about Mr. Right and true love and more about Mr. Right Now. Whatever floats your boat I guess but I don’t see the need to make a trip to this small town when I’ve already got all the questionably behavior I need right here at home in good old Dublin.
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