Burns Night

Well, tis the season in Scotland to celebrate the Bard (no, no, the other one; Scotland remember?) and that "Great chieftain o' the pudding-race" the haggis! Ron's been asked to give the Toast to the Lassies and is a bit concerned. He's had me researching what exactly it entails. Of course, he didn't think to ask me till this morning and so he'll only have about half an hour to ponder my results and come up with something.

I had a bit of a preview Burns Night over at Janet's house, or the girl's night version thereof. We had home made chicken soup for starters followed by haggis and tatties (no neeps though since Janet doesn't like them). And we watched the second half of Wives and Daughters which I highly recommend to any fans of period drama or romance. Lovely and girly. We had great fun.

Also in theme, about a week ago I dragged Ron along to the scifi club's ceilidh dance. Io (the scifi club) had issued a general invitation to the LARP group and the RPG group (the latter being how we came to know of it). For a bunch of geeks we made a good showing of it! I managed to drag Ron through the Gay Gordon's which was the only one they didn't teach first. It was no more than a hazy memory for me, but it's a simple enough dance and one I quite like and we managed fine. The rest of the evening went even better (since they taught us the steps as we went). A small fire elsewhere in the building caused some excitement and we all had to tromp outside in the cold. The clubbing downstairs emptied a vast number of skimpily clad people into the cold as well since they couldn't exactly stop by the coat claim on the way out! We geeks claimed the upper ground; the stairs up to the Modern Languages building forms a bit of a walled platform. These lookouts gave reports to those of us below. The fire department came and dealt with the small fire (we did see smoke so it wasn't a totally false alarm) and then departed to cheering. Then we all went back in for more dancing--us to country dancing and them to cheesy pop.