My reputation preceeds me
Tonight was the band's last practice before our first contest on Saturday in Georgetown. This can begin to explain why I have been somewhat neglecting this space, that and work is actually getting remotely taxing, thus giving me less time for idle thoughts and rumminations....
Anyway, with that scene, we start to get the classic pre-highland games speech from the Pipe Major, and he continues on... "don't worry about the judges....blah, blah, blah .... just do what you know you're capable of ...yadda, yadda, yadda..... don't get into any fights in the beer tent, etc." (these are Scots we're dealing with....)
But then comes the clincher... "And don't go getting all hammered on Friday night, and showing up hungover..." to which about half the band goes, "Iain?"
Motherfucker.....
Anyway, with that scene, we start to get the classic pre-highland games speech from the Pipe Major, and he continues on... "don't worry about the judges....blah, blah, blah .... just do what you know you're capable of ...yadda, yadda, yadda..... don't get into any fights in the beer tent, etc." (these are Scots we're dealing with....)
But then comes the clincher... "And don't go getting all hammered on Friday night, and showing up hungover..." to which about half the band goes, "Iain?"
Motherfucker.....
posted by Iain @ 11:40 PM
3 Comments:
At 12:34 AM,
Anonymous said…
i give you permission to 'get fucked' (in throaty voice and all). don't they know that pigeon hole-ing you will only make you live up to expectations?
At 9:51 PM,
Anonymous said…
So I read Georgetown as "Gagetown" accidentally and immediately thought "NOOOOOOOO!!! Don't go there! It's covered in Agent Orange residue!!!!!"
All I know is work these days.
At 12:01 AM,
Anonymous said…
Well, I don't think it's repuation, but you may have demonstrated form for these guys.
Let me illustrate here, when I asked other bandmembers where I may find Iain, I was told that being in the beer tent was a great place to start.
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