Monday, 13 August 2012

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.


There are men throwing weights and hydro poles and such.


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.  


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.



  1. We were super glad you chose to babysit!! :)

  2. Oh my gosh, so cool! I studied abroad in Scotland and I have to say, I met some verrryyy attractive kilt-wearing men! Haha I even brought back some coasters with nakedy, muscley kilt wearers for my sister and friends :)

  3. oh gol, that looks like so much fun! aw, don't worry about being creepy. If I wore a kilt, I'd expect cameras. :)