Despite the fact that A and I respectively have very Scottish (him) or Irish (me) last names, neither of us are of either descent, which totally bums me out sometimes because I would LOVE to be able to do some things that I feel like okay people of that descent can do. Like train sheepdogs or throw logs or wear a clan kilt- notice eating haggis was not in that list. We aren't "poseurs," so we just kind of... go. Kind of like people go to ComicCon but don't dress up.
Yes, I am going to publicly admit that I love bagpipe music. Seriously. I realize it's not everyone's style (ha) but I genuinely love it and have cd's upon cd's of it on my iPod that I usually play when I'm stressed out. It's not very often you meet someone that can stand it, much less know how to play, so hearing it live is so cool to me. Watching them actually play makes me jealous since it requires a lung capacity that I just don't have. And coordination for, you know, walking and playing at the same time. And the willingness to annoy the heck out of most people- forever- no matter how good you get! They are seriously beautiful and ornate instruments, not to mention difficult to learn.
What it ultimately boils down to- and it isn't the log throwing or the kilts or the bagpipes or the
So if you get a chance, please go! Look them up online, or pay attention to local activity boards for your region. They're so fun and they make for great memories. To this day, it's one of my favorite family activities, one that my brother and I both laugh at but also reminisce about.