Post by Lilyfeather on Sept 18, 2005 18:38:34 GMT -5
Ah, The Scottish Games! What a wonderful time! I went to the Oklahoman Scottish Games this weekend in Tulsa, and the instant I walked in I felt so alive! The smell of hagus drifting through the air, (not really, but it's the thought that counts.) the dancers on the stages performing.....dances, and, of course, the musicians of "Little Dublin" playing their instruments and singing their songs! (I played on Saturday, but then I just went to browse the venders)
Then there was the Clans to gossip among (Scottish and Irish clans are pretty much families from Scottland and Ireland. I belong to at least four, but as of now, I'm pretty much just clan Lindsay) and to compete against them in the compititions. My clan lost the "Best Tent" award (We won in 2003, though) but we pretty much won the the clan compitition. This year for the compitition, we were each givin a little wooden cut-out of a sheep on a bail of mini hay (one sheep for each clan) and we had to steal the sheep of other clans. The clan that had the most sheep would get a bottle of Scotch (for the adults). So, clan Lindsay, being the largest of the clans, sent out raid parties to go get the sheep of other clans. We were very succesful. within half an hour, we had the most sheep (14/36). Soon, everyone had either had a sheep taken from either clan Stewert (I'm part of that clan by blood, but not very much. Again, I'm mostly Lindsay) or clan Lindsay. Soon, word got around that clan Lindsay had the most, and we were suddenly under attack! It was getting violent! (particularly with clan stewert, who were diving under and over the tables and coming into our tent from both the side and the back.) So, in the end, when everyone had bandages on, we decided to give the sheep to the clans that didn't have any (one for every clan, except the Stewerts) and had none for ourselves.
Although there were two clans who were just plain silly, one being clan Bruce, who were wlaking around waving swords in the air and reading a proclomation stating that all the sheep belonged to them and anyone who resisted would meet with the "dire consequences" And another clan (Mac-something) who had their sheep on pedestles but swords, axes, and mases in their hands.....We got one from them anyways, but we were afraid of them after that.
Then there was the games. Where we watched men throw logs as big as lightpoles across the fields and women swinging and tossing weights that were almost as heavy as them.
Has anyone ever been to the Scottish Games?
Then there was the Clans to gossip among (Scottish and Irish clans are pretty much families from Scottland and Ireland. I belong to at least four, but as of now, I'm pretty much just clan Lindsay) and to compete against them in the compititions. My clan lost the "Best Tent" award (We won in 2003, though) but we pretty much won the the clan compitition. This year for the compitition, we were each givin a little wooden cut-out of a sheep on a bail of mini hay (one sheep for each clan) and we had to steal the sheep of other clans. The clan that had the most sheep would get a bottle of Scotch (for the adults). So, clan Lindsay, being the largest of the clans, sent out raid parties to go get the sheep of other clans. We were very succesful. within half an hour, we had the most sheep (14/36). Soon, everyone had either had a sheep taken from either clan Stewert (I'm part of that clan by blood, but not very much. Again, I'm mostly Lindsay) or clan Lindsay. Soon, word got around that clan Lindsay had the most, and we were suddenly under attack! It was getting violent! (particularly with clan stewert, who were diving under and over the tables and coming into our tent from both the side and the back.) So, in the end, when everyone had bandages on, we decided to give the sheep to the clans that didn't have any (one for every clan, except the Stewerts) and had none for ourselves.
Although there were two clans who were just plain silly, one being clan Bruce, who were wlaking around waving swords in the air and reading a proclomation stating that all the sheep belonged to them and anyone who resisted would meet with the "dire consequences" And another clan (Mac-something) who had their sheep on pedestles but swords, axes, and mases in their hands.....We got one from them anyways, but we were afraid of them after that.
Then there was the games. Where we watched men throw logs as big as lightpoles across the fields and women swinging and tossing weights that were almost as heavy as them.
Has anyone ever been to the Scottish Games?
