Oot and Aboot in Edinburgh

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The time has just flown here and we have done so much that it seems, in some ways, we have been here for ages. Not missing an opportunity for a bit of fun and a few (more) drinks, we pushed through the jetlag and headed into Edinburgh to a Scottish Ceilidh on our first ‘real’ night here. Now for those who might not know, I am definitely NOT the kind of person who will get up on centre stage and try to dance in front of a group of people (despite the ‘instructions’ on the steps being given from the band), especially stone cold sober! (well, actually, I tell a lie. That probably only applies if I AM stone cold sober…) But pay heed, there is no, I repeat NO, arguing with a Scotsman in a kilt! So off to the dance floor Sian, Jen and I were rushed and quickly showed them the depth of the lack of experience we had had in Scottish dancing!

A few ‘drams’ later, however, we were dancing like pros (well, I guess you CAN interpret that any way you want!) and had the Gay Gordans, Dashing White Sergeant, Canadian Barn Dance, and Strip the Willow down pat! After a couple of hours of Scottish dancing, the Ceilidh was finished and a fantastic band came on. By this time we were well and truly ‘primed’ and I have to say that I danced so much that by the end of the night my hips were excruciatingly painful, and I could hardly walk the next day!!! (God only knows what all that hip swinging and gyrating looked like but I had a lot of fun and a great work out, and I was by no means the subject of people’s attention on the floor! That ‘honour’ went to two bleached-blonde, orange-skinned-fake-tanned women in their 60s who were ‘dirty dancing’ with their young, tall, polished-headed, immaculately dressed ‘escorts’ for the night! Trust me…it was NOT attractive!!)

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Comments

[LJ]

Another thoroughly entertaining blog! You go girl!! x

[Amina]

What fun!
Oh that looks like so so so much fun!!! While you dancing your butt off (literally) I am sitting on mine gaining copius amounts of weight (well thats what it feels like- where are my feet? Have you seen them?) waiting waiting waiting...! I have a feeling this wee little one might have the Brady stubborness gene...hmmm Love you guys, xxxx