Friday: Of Associations and Committees

Jenny, whom I met yesterday, had been telling me about the Celtic Society, and how I should join. So, I went to the meeting, and not only did I join, but I’ve been appointed as a committee member. Who’d ‘a thunk it? After the meeting, most of us from the meeting went to the Bobbin (my second trip to a Scottish pub, and in two days as well). The girls are a scream (There was one other male at the meeting and we didn’t really fraternize). These ladies are so nuts that I can sort of see myself getting along really REALLY well with them. Secretly, I consider them to by my Scottish version of Nina, Dani, Cloe, and Mel (maybe with a little of Amanda and Patty rolled in there too); I’m that comfortable with them. They were completely insane and I laughed SO much with them, I will DEFINITELY see more of them.

That evening I attended my first Ceilidh (pronounced as you would “Kaylee”); which is a traditional Scottish dance party. Zax accompanied me, and we met up with Natalie, Maria, and Carleigh and we walked to the music hall where it was being held. (Natalie and I had heard about this last week at the Polish/Scottish singing circle – one of the circle members, Helen Lynch, is a member of Danse McCabre Ceilidh Band; the performers). Wibke met us there and we had a scream. The thing about these dances is that there are so many women that sometimes there are two women who dance together. Me, being the troublemaker that I am, mentioned that there really should be some pairs of two men dancing. So, Zee told me I should dance with a man. When I asked if he’d be that man (figuring he’d chicken out) he agreed. So dance we did. The dance was horrid. We had no idea what we were doing, but we spent the whole time laughing. Natalie got the blackmail photos, so here they are. Here are the pictures:

Danse Macabre

My "blackmail" photos (Zax is leading me, and Maria is the girl to my right in both images)

The ceilidh went until midnight-ish, so as we had walked there needed to walk back to the flat. As we’d all walked down, we walked back together and had a lot of laughs then too. We were really lucky, because on the way back some of us got to see a real fox cross the road. Andy, a bloke we met at the ceiligh and who hit it off with Carleigh told us of another ceilidh taking place at Hillhead the following day. We agreed to hit that one too. Unfortunately, the evening didn’t end on that high note for Zax and I. Our flatmates left us with an unpleasant surprise to return to. I’d cooked supper tonight, and Sam threw a fit about meat; he wanted some with supper, but there was no chicken or pork left. We did have sausages and he wanted those. I told him that I didn’t like cooking meat and that I’d no clue on how to prepare sausages, but he was adamant. So, I tried nonetheless (secretly hoping that I’d do it wrong and give him food poisoning or something so he’d not ask me to cook meat again). However, I seemed to have done it right; I added cherry juice, basil, garlic salt, and pepper. I sautéed the heck out of it, but the boys all loved it. Anyways, as Zee and I were leaving (and it’s usually us who does the dishes when the other cooks) we asked the three staying to do it. Well, they didn’t. We got back to sausage grease congealing the spatula to the wok. Also, the leftovers weren’t put away and it was all bad by then. Zee and I agreed to skin the idiots.