Advice for Fresh
Originally uploaded by Mac(3).
Sorry for the long delay in posts, pics, and what-not, but I've had a lot on my mind. For, you see, I am preparing for a trip to the fair hills and dales of Edinburgh, Scotland.
"But, Mac, that's a long way to go just for a drink," you may say.
Now, true, I am excited to sample a tipple or two of beers born and bred in European soil and vats, but I am going to attend more important of matters and events.
The marriage of Fresh to his lovely lass, The Doctor. That's right; a honest-to-goodness card-carrying PHD Doctor (must I always be the dumbest person in the room? Couldn't marry someone that pops up in this search, huh?).
A few weeks ago, Fresh returned to native land for a weekend of drinking, giggles, and kilted fun, a Stag Party Weekend in his honor. I've waited too long to expound on the weekend of fun in any detail, so I'll let the pictures do the talking for themselves. I had a great time, and enjoyed meeting some of his family and friends (and look forward to seeing them again in Scotland).
I've got my passport (with required shitty photo), my luggage (blue, battered, and heavy), my flight (long and, well, fucking long!), and lodging (right in the heart of Princes Street! The Court Street of Edinburgh! (or something like that)), and my Lilly-sitter all lined up and in order for the most part.
But I haven't a thing to wear! (Combination of bad fashion taste and the dread of actually doing laundry. Ever). Cripes, I'll be the stinky, Fashion Don't Representative of America for two weeks. I shall be pummeled with pint glasses and thrown off the Waverly Bridge or hung from the gallows below the Edinburgh Castle!
Or praised for my "cool, vintage early-90's apparel."
Ah well, pass a bit of the Jameson, and smooth my furrowed brow (and add another church to The List, brother).
Okay, haven't a clue what this post is about.
Later, and more often, I hope.
4 comments:
As the self-proclaimed princess of stream of consiousness writing let me be the first to say that this post was entertaining and doesn't need structure to be meaningful. On the contrary, maybe it exemplifies your to do list mindset perfectly. perfection. xoxo.
so what's that sign from? You still need those travel guides?
Why, thank you Carrie!
Mike--the sign is behind the bar at The Clubfoot.
Ya! Screw the guides, full stumble-bumble ahead, I say!
(yikes)
I thought this might be a useful link for your blog.
Edinburgh Hen Weekends
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