Piper at the gates of… noon?
(a quick shoutout to the two tjicistani non-agression pact signatories present, whom the guy with the flip-flops, horrible bed-head and camera pretended not to know while the congregration milled around outside… you’re welcome!)
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Do you think he was going commando?
Not sure what you mean…?
Commando is without ouderwear. eek
Aha. Well, it was relatively warm out… but I’ll admit, it wasn’t something I was thinking about.
Short answer: probably not.
Long answer: wait until we can talk in person and I’ll tell you the story I heard. :-)
Sorry, dff, but honestly, we did not see you! We were kind of preoccupied. It was our rector’s last service at our church, and what with the bagpiper, it was all very funeral-like. Linda told me, “I asked him to play Scotland the Brave because I thought it would make me braver!” Yeah, great choice there, Linda. :-)
Oh, and that bagpipe was LOUD inside the church… Mr. Bagpiper even gestured to a nearby family with an infant that they might want to move said infant (or put earmuffs on her) before he started playing the recessional.
Just to be clear, I wasn’t saying you pretended not to know me, I was saying, in case you did see me, that I pretended not to know YOU… for your sakes. I mean, I almost ran out there in my pajamas, then at the last second (like, about to round the corner of the garage and out into the street) I remembered I might embarrass friends, and that jeans and a tshirt were called for.
;-)