|The Keebler Elf and the Unicorn|
Last weekend, the Princess of Unicorns and her father, the Keebler Elf, arrived in Austin to join us at the Celtic Festival, and a weekend of hilarity, cupcakes, and Irish accents ensued.
Yes, the Unicorn Princess runs on cupcakes. I had no idea. Okay, I had some idea, but didn't realise how serious it was until she got out of the car and immediately asked for the nearest cupcakes. Good news: We found some. And they were fabulous.
This past weekend was one of those that strikes every city from time to time: There were so many events crammed into two days, you'd think we were never getting another weekend. I can only suppose this was because there was no home game on Saturday, so downtown was free for other stuff? Anyway, Chad's job had a bazaar in the morning, which he and our mythical guests went to, and I was volunteering for UT, because I screwed up the date in my planner when I signed up. Oops!
|Yes, I took this pic of Scotland flags|
outside of Scotland with much joy
I was about to die of starvation-- yes, I'm one of those-- so we made a beeline for the food tents, where I got some fish & chips. My snobby husband says they were much better than any fish & chips he's ever had in Scotland (and he's had them a grand total of two times, mind you), because they were less greasy & didn't have much vinegar. I thought they needed some improvement in the vinegar department, actually.
|I took this pic because of their kilts;|
it turned out that this couple was in
the highland games. Yes, both of them.
I enjoyed the vendor tents as much as anything else: Some brilliant stuff turns up at these events. There was one tent with bumper stickers (England Forever. Scotland just a bit longer.) and t-shirts ("If you can read this, I found your ring" in the Mordor font) and other things that I wanted to purchase, but I refrained.
|I believe the owner said these are|
Irish Wolf Hounds. They would be
bigger than me on their hind legs,
as you can plainly see.
I talked a couple of little boys into trying some haggis at the Scottish food booth. I saw this t-shirt a few times: "It's a kilt. If I were wearing anything under it, then it would be a skirt." Hee hee hee. I was (unfortunately) in a position to notice during the highland games that all of the gentlemen participating were wearing something under their kilts. I'm guessing this was to satisfy some sort of local ordinance; however much Austin may be like Glasgow, it is not, in fact, Glasgow.
So, the Highland Games! Because of timing issues, the only part we saw was the caber toss, although that was pretty darned exciting by itself. The video is of a successful toss; I recorded multiple unsuccessful attempts before this one, and then of course there was a succession of perfect tosses after I stopped recording. But you get the picture. The caber must go end-over-end; for it to be perfect, it must be in the "12 o'clock" position when it is upright. One man managed three 12 o'clocks, and there was a three-way tie for second place; those three men each had two 12 o'clocks and one that was either 11:50 or 12:10. So, they brought out a larger caber for the tiebreak.
|The larger caber. He had lost|
control of it and basically
|Another unsuccessful toss, but this|
time without the fence blocking your view.
|At the Gypsy festival.|
|Told you the crowds were crazy.|
|We didn't stick around long enough|
to see them light up the glowy things.
At the end of the weekend, the Keebler elf and the Princess of Unicorns had to return to Lubbock, alas. It was such fun having them here, and I am totally plotting our glorious return to the Celtic festival in 2011!