(Although can I just say that not everyone is built to wear a kilt. They're one of those items of clothing that look really really good if you have the legs to pull it off or really really bad if you don't. And I don't care how far you can throw a rock- if you insist on wearing a kilt you should at least slap some self-tanner on those milky white chicken legs of yours. Yikes, man.)
Anyway. We had a lot of fun. We watched the caber toss (that's the one where these big burly guys try to flip what basically amounts to a telephone pole end over end) and the hammer throw, and one competition whose name I don't recall where people use a pitchfork to flip a bean bag the size of a carry-on suitcase over a bar twenty feet in the air.
Suffice it to say there was a lot of grunting.
|Tony and ZB by the cabers. Bigger and heavier than they look.|
We also had a very un-authentic lunch of chicken tenders and french fries (because who wants haggis when it's
|Looks like goats to me, but that just proves I'm not a sheep dog.|
|Not sheep or goats, but still running around on a field.|
Also, we saw a Scottish Rock Band called Albannach who were FANTASTIC. I mean it. You've never heard pipes and drums quite like this before. Zoe loved them. She and I danced with the crowd in front of the stage, and she never took her eyes off the band. Totally mesmerized...so much so that I'm afraid she may want to take up the drums and the bagpipes and oh boy won't that be fun!