Mr. Robert Burns, the national poet of Scotland, whose birthday (253rd) we honored tonight with copious quantities of alcohol, drew inspiration from women and whiskey, and wrote eloquently about both in many of his 500+ works. Too many toasts with various tipples transpired this evening for me to even pretend eloquence of my own. I’ve a belly full of haggis (which does not taste nearly as nasty as its ingredients suggest it should) and a head full of visions of my hubby in a kilt–I’m ready to drift off to dreams with the meaningful words of the Selkirk Grace ringing in my ears: “…May the whisky flow freely, but my head not hurt tomorrow, And if it does, may there be no bagpipes nearby…” Amen.
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