Rowdy.
Roddy.
Piper!
This is really the only reason I went to Scotland. Did you know Roddy Piper was really Canadian? Anywho, the kilt and bagpipes were borrowed from the National Piping Center in Glasgow. Scott let me hold them for the picture. Real nice lad. If you have any interest in knowing more about bagpipes, you should go visit them. I think there's a picture of Scott on their website too.
Right.Onto Sean's kilt experience. Sean didn't know that kilts are really expensive. So we looked into buying what are called "fun kilts." Fun kilts aren't specific to any clan. They are used for fun events like sports and tossing logs.
Sean: Hi. I'm looking for a kilt.
She: Well, ya came to the right place laddie!
Sean: Will you help me find one? I'll make it worth your while. ;)
She: Oh! (she blushes) What size waist are ya?
Sean: (Fill in with an innuendo) I'm a 32.
She: Well let's try a 30 and a 34. That should do!
The lady and Sean disappear into the fitting room and Sean comes out wearing a kilt which is a tad tight. The lady was nowhere to be seen. (Ok, so I might have exaggerated the flirting a bit) Here's Sean's reaction:
The first one was too tight! A stranger with an affinity for men with kilts ran over to Sean to tell him that this kilt was not right at all. He began grabbing Sean's waist and moving the kilt about like they were doing a modern day pairs dance of the twist. It was entertaining. The look on Sean's face was one of confusion and horror. The woman who was originally attending him finally came out from where she was hiding and told him that this kilt was all wrong. She scolded him a bit and told him to try the 34 size ones. He came back out and she told him that he should buy those. He did and we were on our way.
When we got to Scotland, Lucy G. told us we probably wouldn't see any people in kilts. So far we had seen one guy crossing the road in one and now Sean. We would later see more...I'll update more as I have time.
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