Because I know my boyfriend reads this

[muckefuck]

Celtic Fest! September 13th and 14th! That gives you three more weeks to figure out where you packed your kilt.

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[dedalusj.livejournal.com]

I know where mine is! I wore it last at my brother's wedding. My mother's family (her maiden name was Curdy, originally McCurdy) came from Bobby Burns' old haunts near Dumfries, Scotland, a place called Comnick (the spelling may be wrong, the Google is failing me.)

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Is that Clan Stuart?

[dedalusj.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's the one. My brother is the clan expert, though so I don't know too many details. Our kilts are the Stuart of Bute tartan but my great grandmother was a Christie so we have a lot of other things in that tartan too.

And for the record, I really enjoy haggis.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Haggis is definitely one of those things that, if you haven't eaten it yourself, you need to STFU about it.

[dedalusj.livejournal.com]

Exactly, it is really just sausage; nothing strange about it, really. I have now eaten eels, cockroaches, silk worm larvae, octopus, squid, kangaroo, pig ears and who knows what else. Haggis is kinda junior varsity. But it is good.

[aadroma.livejournal.com]

What if you don't have a kilt because the one you want is obscenely expensive?

Ah, kilts, one of my many weaknesses. I used to tell my mother that I was a skirt chaser, you know ... oh how she misinterpreted that.