Celebrating a birthday, a Burns day, and a full moon. We dined on "cockadoodle soup" (aka cockaleekie soup, which sounds just as odd, come to think of it) and haggis. There were kilts. The songs all had bagpipes. The girls found their ghillies and performed. And today I am tired and my head aches just a wee bit. Seems just about perfect for the end of January, hey.
Labels: birthdays, dancing, holidays, party, winter