Men In Kilts

I saw way too many men in kilts this weekend.  I was bartending at the Fergus Scottish Festival.

There were big men in kilts.  Little men in kilts.  Tattooed men in kilts.  Non-tattooed men in kilts.  Girls in kilts.  Kids in kilts.  I'm kilted out for a year. 

Seriously though, a kid in a kilt might be the cutest thing ever.  I wish I had a picture.  But I felt that as a bartender, it would have been super creepy if I was taking pictures of random people.  

Bartending was actually my only foray into the Scottish Festival festivities.  My family joined in.  My parents camped and my sister drank.  I babysat.  A dog and a sleeping child, but not at the same time.  

So what is the Scottish Festival besides drinking in the beer tent? 

There is dancing.


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There are men throwing weights and hydro poles and such.


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There are bagpipes.  Oh baby are there bagpipes.  On the bright side, I wasn't sleeping there.  My family was subjected to the bagpipes during the early hours of the morning.  


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So what I actually did was bartended during Saturday and Sunday to raise money for my skating fundraising.  Pretty easy way to make some cash.  And it wasn't too bad.  I finally learnt how to pour beer from a tap.  I'm pretty proud of myself for that!  It was pretty easy bartending, we just poured shots and wine and opened vodka coolers. 

Then on Saturday night, rather than drinking, I babysat a sleeping child and watched The Vow.  I think I made the right choice.  Sometimes I feel like I should act my age and go out and party.  Then I wake up feeling fantastic on a Sunday morning and am so glad that I act like a 45 year old mom of three.