In which she canneh shove 'er Granneh offa bus...
So today was 23rd Annual Heap-big Scottish Festival. The venue was definitely better than last year (while is didn't feel too much bigger it wasn't nearly as cramped together), but music wise, I had about as much fun as I would've if a stick of dynamite was shoved up my ass giving me "explosive" diarrhea.
A bit disappointing, considering I had been hearing great things about the band (a group out of Vermont called Prydein). I mean, they sounded good and all, but no stage presence at all. But then again, no one can rock out with a kilt on quite like Off Kilter, (at least I'll be seeing them at Epcot next month).
On the plus side, I did manage to finally get my hands on a decent brooch for my tartan, instead of that godawful 'S' encrusted with fake gold that's been in my family for so long it's beginning to give off toxic levels of radiation. And hey, it's as official Fraser of Lovat as I'm gonna get (and approved by the current standing Clan Cheifs!). That and a 30 dollar book on Celtic Mythology. Schweetness! (The numerous hot dudes in kilts didn't hurt either, if you know what I mean. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more, say no more.)
But alas, as Casey wasn't here for it I had no one to split my haggis with, and no one was selling any shortbread. Add to that my current migraine (I always get one from being out in the sun) and the sunburn I'll have by tomorrow (complete with full facial swelling, no doubt), it's no suprise that I'm not too.... active, right now. Really, just checking up on some hotel reviews for next month's trip is all.
Now, to find me some heavy-duty painkillers!
A bit disappointing, considering I had been hearing great things about the band (a group out of Vermont called Prydein). I mean, they sounded good and all, but no stage presence at all. But then again, no one can rock out with a kilt on quite like Off Kilter, (at least I'll be seeing them at Epcot next month).
On the plus side, I did manage to finally get my hands on a decent brooch for my tartan, instead of that godawful 'S' encrusted with fake gold that's been in my family for so long it's beginning to give off toxic levels of radiation. And hey, it's as official Fraser of Lovat as I'm gonna get (and approved by the current standing Clan Cheifs!). That and a 30 dollar book on Celtic Mythology. Schweetness! (The numerous hot dudes in kilts didn't hurt either, if you know what I mean. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more, say no more.)
But alas, as Casey wasn't here for it I had no one to split my haggis with, and no one was selling any shortbread. Add to that my current migraine (I always get one from being out in the sun) and the sunburn I'll have by tomorrow (complete with full facial swelling, no doubt), it's no suprise that I'm not too.... active, right now. Really, just checking up on some hotel reviews for next month's trip is all.
Now, to find me some heavy-duty painkillers!