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[agatha_mandrake]

Yesterday was the first day of CelticFest, and anik, obeythemew and myself went down to the Yale for the ceilidh. The dance floor was not nearly large enough for proper Scottish dancing, although that really didn't matter, as no one was doing so. Probably just as well, as I suspect mayhem would have ensued. Various musicians played, resulting in anik having a fiddlegasm at Daniel Lapp and his wacky fiddle technique. And then it was time for the main event, the fiddlelishious Ashley MacIssac. Marriage does seem to have mellowed him somewhat. It would have been neat if Ashley's better half could also have been there, given that he too is a fiddler, and then we could have seen the newlyweds play together, but such is life. Ashley all on his own was plenty rocking. He was followed by a woman who's name I cannot spell, and she was also a deft hand at the fiddle. And then everyone came back on stage for the grand finale. The masses on the dance floor had thinned out a bit, so anik and Ms. V. went and got down with their bad selves, while I guarded the bags and got tipsy off of a single Cosmo (anik was buying). I truly am the cheapest drunk who ever drunked.

Afterwords, we made our slightly unsteady way down Granville Street while I babbled incessantly. Wine may turn me into a chipmunk, but vodka turns me into chatty Cathy. I would not. stop. talking. And then I got tired. It's a wonder I didn't pitch face-forward onto the Skytrain seats.

Today I felt very fuzzy, although I think that was due to waking up several times with a sore throat.

And finally: English, Irish, Scots: They're All One, Genes Suggest. Mother will not be pleased.