I blame the fact that every time I've been there, I've spent 10 hours there pounding red bull vodkas.
It was at the Blarney that I decided I should probably finally book my return ticket home. I was prolly 4 drinks in at this point. Pulled the phone out, found some flights, booked a ticket and went back to the party.
Arrived at the airport two days later, tried to check in to my flight and was told I couldn't check in until 4 hours before my flight. I said "Ma'am, I fly in two hours" she replied "Sir, your flight is two weeks from now".