Jan 25 2008
Scot’s Wahey
It’s the 25th of January, so that could only mean Burn’s Supper. We did our own twist on things and rather than ending with a dram (although the night is yet young and there’s both Aberlour and Highland Park in the kitchen) we started the night off with a whisky sours. One of my favourite drinks and a great way to start my holiday, thought I do say so.
The meal was a largely traditional fare although the Toast to the Lasses consisted of “Chicks have boobs, wayhey” and the Reply from the Lasses of “Cheers”. Clearly we had worked long and hard on our speeches.
Next year the plan is for a modern Burn’s Supper: deep fried haggis supper and a can of irn bru. Bonus!
The local crew that put on the Burns feast every year up and moved to Arizona, so there wasn’t one. Very sad. Although I did pull out my brogue for a rendering of “to a mouse…” which I recited for Katie. I had to memorize it, back in the day.