Ah, Kansas
Insects as big as your head and hearts as big as your house. I thought foundly of that warm, sweet prairie wind this morning, scraping Wisconsin frost off the car.
The McPherson Scottish Festival was brilliant this year, and despite the mildly Herculean schedule of 10 concerts in 3 days we enjoyed ourselves to the hilt--clinging to power bars, water bottles and (what WAS that in the flask?) like so many life rafts. Alex Beaton was in fine form, The Blue-Kilted One at full gallop through the audience waving our CDs or lending his fine bass to an emotional, late-night chorus of Griogal Cridhe.
We had the motel hot tub mostly to ourselves, due in no small part to it's oddly feng-shui'd position just outside the main conference room. This results in a sort of two-way voyeurism, bikini-clad folk singers exchanging stares with disoriented insurance agents. Paul (sans bikini) played Bosley to our Charlie's Angels, lounging purposefully on pool furniture to discourage the lecherous types (and unfortunately everyone else--kiddin', Pablo!)
Our excellent sound engineer pals Jeff 'N Chuck outdid themselves, and were unphased by my very rude behavior après fest wherein my Kansas beer pulls a very un-Kansas-like Vesuvius all over Chuck's--well, Chuck's everything. I swear I barely TOUCHED the thing, and still don't understand how THAT much liquid could possibly come out of such a wee bottle. Chuck was gracious, and merely retalitated with the scariest stuck-elevator story I've ever heard.
One last vegetarian feast of nachos, funnel cake and sno-cones, and it was over for another year. We pointed ye ol' Jeep north and settled in to a cracking good audiobook on ghost experiments; arrived home 13 hours and 13,000 construction barrels later, terrified but awake (Elizabeth will probably add that she was neither ;) A huge thanks to Andy, a big welcome to baby Eilidh, and a fond farewell until next time, McPhersonites!! (Sheila)
The McPherson Scottish Festival was brilliant this year, and despite the mildly Herculean schedule of 10 concerts in 3 days we enjoyed ourselves to the hilt--clinging to power bars, water bottles and (what WAS that in the flask?) like so many life rafts. Alex Beaton was in fine form, The Blue-Kilted One at full gallop through the audience waving our CDs or lending his fine bass to an emotional, late-night chorus of Griogal Cridhe.
We had the motel hot tub mostly to ourselves, due in no small part to it's oddly feng-shui'd position just outside the main conference room. This results in a sort of two-way voyeurism, bikini-clad folk singers exchanging stares with disoriented insurance agents. Paul (sans bikini) played Bosley to our Charlie's Angels, lounging purposefully on pool furniture to discourage the lecherous types (and unfortunately everyone else--kiddin', Pablo!)
Our excellent sound engineer pals Jeff 'N Chuck outdid themselves, and were unphased by my very rude behavior après fest wherein my Kansas beer pulls a very un-Kansas-like Vesuvius all over Chuck's--well, Chuck's everything. I swear I barely TOUCHED the thing, and still don't understand how THAT much liquid could possibly come out of such a wee bottle. Chuck was gracious, and merely retalitated with the scariest stuck-elevator story I've ever heard.
One last vegetarian feast of nachos, funnel cake and sno-cones, and it was over for another year. We pointed ye ol' Jeep north and settled in to a cracking good audiobook on ghost experiments; arrived home 13 hours and 13,000 construction barrels later, terrified but awake (Elizabeth will probably add that she was neither ;) A huge thanks to Andy, a big welcome to baby Eilidh, and a fond farewell until next time, McPhersonites!! (Sheila)
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Willow was the school's 'therapy dog' - cared for by the principal when not at school, but at school every day and available when any class or student needs her. She stayed for our first song, but got a bit excited by all the clapping the students were doing in the next one we sang. Since then we've been hanging about at the hotel, wandering around the parks of McPherson, and we had a lovely mexican dinner complete with very tasty margaritas. 
