Celtic Festival
About a hundred years ago I meant to post about the Celtic Festival that Sam, Jennene, and I went to down at the Irvine Fairgrounds. Or maybe it was more like a couple weeks. Whatever the case, we went to a sweet festival and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, while expanding our horizons and further exploring our heritages. Those other 2 are Irish (with some other stuff mixed in), and I am Scottish (with some other stuff mixed in).
And anyway, according to my genuine, 100% Scottish pal, Lynnie, we’re all from the same place anyway. And probably most of the history books state that too. (Cut me some slack. I’m the person who thinks George Robertson was the first president, and that the Thanksgiving holiday is based on fictional events, and I wouldn’t go see Pearl Harbor because I hadn’t seen the preview to know what it was about.) When I say the same place, I don’t mean the Adam and Eve or Noah and Mrs. Noah or the womb. I mean the old Scotch-Irish friends. And family, I guess.
I was especially fond of the Highland Games, and the meat pie thing I ate. Oh, and all the cosumes and the Wicked Tinkers and sheep-herding too. Did I mention all the kilts? Lots of kilts. And I’ve never seen so many tartans in all my life. Wait. Let me go back to the Wicked Tinkers. Those 
guys were awesome. No, I’m serious. They were really, really good. We saw a couple of really good Celtic bands and by the time we saw the Tinkers, I was really, truly ready to take up bagpipe lessons. And I still want to. I just need to talk to Lynn’s dad and get him to let me borrow his practice chanter, because that’s what the beginner needs to start. And I also need to ask him not to turn off his brogue when he’s talking, because it’s way more fun when he’s talking in his normal Scottish accent. Nothing beats that. Except being able to talk like that myself, that is.
There are about a million things more I could say about the festival, but Sam wrote about it some in a recent post, so I encourage you to read go to her blog and read it. There is also an Irish Faire in March that we will most likely be attending as well. You can never have too much of that stuff. No, you can’t.
Now. Who’s coming with us to the Celtic Festival next year?? Are you IN?
YES, me and my little leprechaun, brogue-possessing parents, who now love you all the more because I told them about you wanting to learn to play the bagpipes.
BTW, the whole Scottish-Irish thing about us all being from the same place was supposed to be a secret……….it was really difficult to admit it to you in the first place……….