Thanks Joe, for the haggis!
Thanks Biff, for the whiskey!
Both kept us warm around the statue of Burns.
What a fabulous night of slurring ye olde Scotsman's words it was!
Reluctant as I was to try the haggis, I was actually delightfully surprised that it tasted so good! I drilled Joe for the exact ingredients before I delved, imagining the legendary sheep stomach, brains, tongue, whatever... but Joe had been kind and only used lamb and liver and oats and spices. Later, he took his box o' haggis to the bar with him and I saw several burly men pawing it into their mouths. That haggis got around.
We finished off the evening with a screening of Borat, accompanied by meatballs and chicken wings and chips and more... thanks to the ever-generous Biff... some of us, however, were snoring merrily on the floor and in a papazan, after a bit too much whiskey.
That reminds me: Welcome to our first official BTMG groupie: Deanna Musgrave~
