So this weekend was a raging success!
If you notice, Clan MacDuff's tent is bigger.
Well, Mike and I went to our respective peeps, and we both ended up walking in the opening ceremonies! (Another complete coincidence was that the MacDuff's were the Clan of Honour for the day - a sign of good things to come!)
All playing aside, the people we met in both tents were wonderfully funny, warm and in the MacDuff tent a bit sarcastic. These are people I hope to meet again.
I couldn't resist the "pet haggis" and Nessie on display in the MacDuff tent.
Overall we talked, we shopped, we jumped when the cannon went off and listened to some great music. (I fell in love with a band there named MacTalla M'or - I have got to download their albums)
We left early due to rain and the graduation party.
After celebrating much of the night, we managed to still get up early for Sunday's adventure - the Worcester Irish Music Festival. I even managed to work in another 2 pages of manuscript that morning, still riding high from Saturday's adventures.
The music at the festival was good, and there was some really great genealogy information from the people of The Irish Ancestral Research Association aka TIARA . The highlight was truly the O'Lympics. Competitors had to first pour a can of Guinness, after it had been shaken and then run an obstacle course with the the beer in their hands. In the obstacle course they had to kick a boiled head of cabbage through some pylons
They threw snakes into a basket a la St. Patrick
They also had to bob for potatoes in the baby pool
So, did this weekend do what it was supposed to do? I think so. I'm writing, I'm energized.
I'm motivated.
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