Oh how I laughed.
My friend from university, Alasdair, has got himself engaged to the lovely Rachel, and to celebrate he had a ceilidh party at the Couting House, above the famous Peartree public house in Edinburgh.
As usual, I turned up horrendously early, before anyone else, in fact. But soon the place was brimming and I’d met up with all my old friends and we were having a great time.
Then the dancing began…
So Alasdair and Rachel got up on the dancefloor, and the band started. And…then they looked a bit lost.
As it turned out, they didn’t know the dances. Nor did anyone else. In actuality, it seems that only about five of us had been schooled in Scotland (where learning Scottish dancing is mandatory and part of gym classes).
Soon the air was punctuated with instructions from the band leader
‘Now take her by the left hand. No, the left hand…. your other left hand…..’
What adds the icing to the irony cake is not that Alasdair was wearing the full kilt and regalia, nor that he hadn’t thought about looking up the dances on the internet. It’s that Alasdair is probably one of the smartest people I know. He’s done three degrees and a PhD and currently works for Cern in Switzerland. The man technically qualifies as a rocket scientist.
Still, a great time was had by all and I know they’ll be very happy together.
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