Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Weekend in Review - Robbie Burns Edition

*This post has been delayed by a few weekends because I was having trouble getting the pictures uploaded*

We bought the house in December, and had promised our friends a good, old fashioned house warming party.  A party where they could drink their fill of beer and wear any (all?) plaid they owned.  At the same time, we thought it would be a good opportunity to expose them to the poetry of Scotland's national poet, and the culinary delights of stuffed sheep intestines.

But first, before we arranged our play lists or ordered a beer keg, we thought it would be prudent to sort through our art, and finally get them hung up.  Poseidon thought this was a good idea and insisted on providing creating input.

We drafted our invites, and waited...
Our guests started arriving in all sorts of plaid and tartan.  They were proud to show off their styles.

Plaid lumberjack vest over a plaid shirt?  Yes please!

Tweed jacket over plaid pants?  Why not?

You can't see it in this picture, but the host + hostess were the only two attendees wearing kilts:

After most of our friends had arrived, and were refreshed, it was time to show them what they had gotten themselves into.  It was time to address the Haggis.  Thomas took to it with great zeal.

This lovely culinary delight was purchased at our very own Glebe Meat Market.  If you're ever feeling adventurous, give it a try.  Personally, I think that this was the best haggis we've ever tried.  It was nicely spiced, and had other tasty bits in it (what appeared to be walnuts).

Our culinary delights were approved by our friends, and was enough to spark discussions and fuel a dance party which spontaneously started on account of an unparalleled play list

The last dregs of the keg were brought to an end with 5 keg stands.  Our last guests left at around 3am in the morning.  We managed to avoid getting noise complaints from our neighbours, everyone made it home safely, and the cleanup the next morning took less than an hour.  The hangovers took a bit longer to get over, but we're thinking of making our toast to Scotland's finest poet and annual event.

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K + T

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