nothing prettier than a man in a fucking skirt
on wednesday slovenia takes on scotland in scotland's final world cup preliminary match. now, i'm not a football follower. i didn't even realize that there was a world cup championship coming up. however, when you live in a nation where football is a way of life for 80% of the population, you kinda pick up on these things. i had heard the rumors that scotland would be visiting here soon, but i really didn't pay attention to them. so, i set out today to head down to the center of town to meet up with špela to get a coffee after she was donw with work. i head people shouting at me as i road into the center, but wasn't really paying attention. then i looked up and really saw the crowds of people around me and smiled. the scots had invaded. kilts were everywhere. it was like i had decended into city wide scottish pride party. as i rode pasted groups of kilted scotsmen we shouted at each other, 'scotland!' or 'nothing prettier than a man in a fucking skirt!' or, simply, 'fuckin' aye!'
i dismounted the bike and got a call on my mobile. answering it, i found that špela had called and had already shown up at the bar. she asked me, 'how in the world am i to see you with all these scots around?' as i walked into the alleyway where the bar is located, i was once more surrounded by scots. i stopped to talk to 'em as they pointed at my kilt, laughing at its pockets.
'fook yea'ts got pockets!' i replied. 'call it a fookin' utilitarian kilt!'
'that's a workman's kilt!' i heard a bloke yell from behind me,
'no, joost the original. but it's joost as fookin' good.'
i kept talking in my scottish accent. i couldn't help it. there were too many scots around. no one noticed that it was fake. it was awesome.
špela was a little uncomfertable, but i was having a ball. when you find yourself surrounded by scots, its hard not to suddenly find yourself acting like a scot. as a pretty lady would walk by the entire crowd would break out chanting, 'hey, hey, hey, i just wanna know, will you be my girl?' even though i know that it's rather objectifying, and rather rude to the young woman, i couldn't help but laughing and yelling with blokes around me. a scottish folk song started up, with drums and everything, and i suddenly found myself chanting the words along with the rest of 'em, even though i had never heard the song before. the words just sort of appeared in my head. it was totally awesome! i was there for good couple of hours, laughing and carousing and yelling and chanting. i think i'm gonna have to go down to a pub and watch the game.
i dismounted the bike and got a call on my mobile. answering it, i found that špela had called and had already shown up at the bar. she asked me, 'how in the world am i to see you with all these scots around?' as i walked into the alleyway where the bar is located, i was once more surrounded by scots. i stopped to talk to 'em as they pointed at my kilt, laughing at its pockets.
'fook yea'ts got pockets!' i replied. 'call it a fookin' utilitarian kilt!'
'that's a workman's kilt!' i heard a bloke yell from behind me,
'no, joost the original. but it's joost as fookin' good.'
i kept talking in my scottish accent. i couldn't help it. there were too many scots around. no one noticed that it was fake. it was awesome.
špela was a little uncomfertable, but i was having a ball. when you find yourself surrounded by scots, its hard not to suddenly find yourself acting like a scot. as a pretty lady would walk by the entire crowd would break out chanting, 'hey, hey, hey, i just wanna know, will you be my girl?' even though i know that it's rather objectifying, and rather rude to the young woman, i couldn't help but laughing and yelling with blokes around me. a scottish folk song started up, with drums and everything, and i suddenly found myself chanting the words along with the rest of 'em, even though i had never heard the song before. the words just sort of appeared in my head. it was totally awesome! i was there for good couple of hours, laughing and carousing and yelling and chanting. i think i'm gonna have to go down to a pub and watch the game.