I do my best thinking while I'm on the cusp between inebriated and "sir, put your pants back on."
In light of recent events, I'm forced to admit that this is also the time when I occasionally make some extremely, possibly regrettable choices.
For instance, the $700 Feileadh Mor I just purchased from Edinburgh.
I'll be sure to post pictures when it arrives and I'm all kilted up nice 'n proper.
A Feileadh Mor is essentially an Ancient Kilt. Up 'til now all my kilts have been either dress kilts or this nifty wool/poly synthetic blend made by Seamus of Sportkilt fame (excellent company, check 'em out!).
I used to choke at Seamus' kilts with their hefty seventy dollar price tag. But... dammit, those things're indestructible and comfy as all High Holy Hell. In retrospect - and in light of my recent purchase - Seamus seems to have offer some crazy inexpensive swag.
So, I got it in my wee lil head that, for whatever reason, it was high time I splurged and got me an honest-to-goodness original. 7 yards of nothin' but the sexiest of wool tartan.
Guess I decided that if ya' look like an Irishman and you smell like an Irishman and you lack any amount of measurable melanin... like an Irishman... well then, you might as well dress like one. Now, true, this new kilt is being crafted by a Scotswoman, but honestly... that's close enough for guh'ment work.
I'll let ya' in on a little secret. Welsh, Irish, Scottish... we're all basically the same people. Through the years we've done a fair amount of fuckin' across the sea.
Except the English. Fuck the English.
Now I can't wait for that damned kilt.
In light of recent events, I'm forced to admit that this is also the time when I occasionally make some extremely, possibly regrettable choices.
For instance, the $700 Feileadh Mor I just purchased from Edinburgh.
I'll be sure to post pictures when it arrives and I'm all kilted up nice 'n proper.
A Feileadh Mor is essentially an Ancient Kilt. Up 'til now all my kilts have been either dress kilts or this nifty wool/poly synthetic blend made by Seamus of Sportkilt fame (excellent company, check 'em out!).
I used to choke at Seamus' kilts with their hefty seventy dollar price tag. But... dammit, those things're indestructible and comfy as all High Holy Hell. In retrospect - and in light of my recent purchase - Seamus seems to have offer some crazy inexpensive swag.
So, I got it in my wee lil head that, for whatever reason, it was high time I splurged and got me an honest-to-goodness original. 7 yards of nothin' but the sexiest of wool tartan.
Guess I decided that if ya' look like an Irishman and you smell like an Irishman and you lack any amount of measurable melanin... like an Irishman... well then, you might as well dress like one. Now, true, this new kilt is being crafted by a Scotswoman, but honestly... that's close enough for guh'ment work.
I'll let ya' in on a little secret. Welsh, Irish, Scottish... we're all basically the same people. Through the years we've done a fair amount of fuckin' across the sea.
Except the English. Fuck the English.
Now I can't wait for that damned kilt.