Christy is a genius and came up with this in the wee hours of the morning (I have video of her giving it to the guys. There will be a later video/more pictures post when it gets uploaded):
I have absolutely NO idea why Leks was wearing those glasses that Dan has been seen wearing on occasion. He claimed Jamesie punched him in the glasses.
Speaking of Jamesie, Albannach, despite having the SAME set times each day as Scythian, showed up halfway through Scythian's first set. The guys got Davy, Jamesie, and Aya up on stage to do "I Will Go" with them.
We wandered off and spotted the fiddler from The Town Pants. I have decided that someone needs to let her know she has to start shopping in the women's department for her dresses, not in the toddler department.
We caught all three of Icewagon Flu's sets on Sunday.
George and Kevin decided to try out the decorations at the Swashbuckler Stage:
My messed up foot reunited with the spot where I tore my tendon at Celtic Fling two years earlier:
What is this that I see? Jabba has FINALLY learned that he needs to move himself right up front in order to see?
There was no yelling, no throwing of things, no complaining (that I heard of) to Fling staff. It was all sorts of peaceful. Relief!
He needs to upload his videos to YouTube. He's always videoing the entire sets.
Joey was happy. As usual.
Scythian played their lovely waltz "If Ever You Were Mine" and Dan said something about it being for the couples and the single people can have Ben & Jerry's. Heather ran off and returned with our substitute Ben & Jerry's: cherry water ice. We singletons shared it while crying and moaning about our loneliness.
We'll end the picture portion of this update with Joey. He started out wearing just the frilly blue shirt. He added the vest for the 2nd set. Then for the third set he added the brown bow tie. He told everyone to take his picture in black and white because he had just been informed that the brown bow tie did not match the black vest.
Ceann led the Sunday night ceilidh. They put together a completely random Murder Mystery story, which I have compiled here.
Then there was the final jam session part of the ceilidh:
Sigh. Oh Celtic Fling. Do I really have to wait another year for you to return?
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