A tipsy piper falls into a wine-soaked tray of scotch eggs.
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat -
And sae the Lord be thankit.
We were a tad tardy getting our 14th annual Burns Supper off the ground. But who cared if we were 3 weeks late in getting our scotch and haggis on? Certainly not us!
Our evening was filled with the usual shenanigans: toasts and graces; mirth and merriment; songs and laughter; poetry and thick brogues; tartan and yorkshire puddin'.
I will let the photos tell the story of our evening. Fourteen years now and counting.
Our evening was filled with the usual shenanigans: toasts and graces; mirth and merriment; songs and laughter; poetry and thick brogues; tartan and yorkshire puddin'.
I will let the photos tell the story of our evening. Fourteen years now and counting.
Scottish highland dancing to kick the night off.
The pipin' in o' the haggis.
No matter how we cook it, our haggis never fails to explode.
The wearin' o' the tartan kilt.
The toast to the lassies.
Reciting...
...'To A Mouse'...
...amid gales...
...of laughter.
The singin' o' "Scotland The Brave".
More poetry recitations to end a fun-filled evening.
I'm already looking forward to celebrating Robbie Burns' 254th birthday next year!
We especially love 'Dan's designer glasses".
ReplyDeletePaige and Ali laughing kills us!!!!!
Maybe it is time to make our own haggis
with reinforced kevlar!
You know Nanc.. I have been checking for this
all day!! LOL! Shu
So am I!! I love that you included that toast, my Uncle Bill says it before most meals.
ReplyDeleteYou pink glasses are lovely on Dan and I am considering wearing my childhood kilt as a fashion accessory more often.
Shuna and Bruce hosted a great evening. The food fun and merriment would make any Scot proud.