So I went to the Scottish Festival down in Long Beach this past weekend.
On Saturday, I hung out at the Clan Inebriated booth, and helped out as I could (got a free t-shirt out of it too!)
Turns out that a certain leader from Clan Stewart is trying to get Clan Strachan un-invited to the Pomona Scottish Games.
drama drama drama.
Oh, on Sunday morning, I went to a church service that they put on. Included was a "Kirkin' o' the Tartans". Its actual history is in dispute, but the story goes that after Bonnie Prince Charles defeated the Scots, he banned the tartans in the hopes of killing any Scottish pride.
However, the canny Scottish would, being devout Christians at this point, would conceal a piece of the tartan, and show it at a certain part in the service, where they would re-avow their faith.
Now days, it's a yearly event, where those in Tartans (which, I hope, will be me next year) come up and declare their fealty to God.
However, later, we sang "Amazing Grace" to a bagpipe. I had arrived late, so I took a seat in the back. Which isn't a bad thing.
However, nobody notified me, and the bagpiper walked up the center aisle. From the back. Scared the snot out of me.
Those things are LOUD!
The service was good. It was about the tribe of Israel failing to learn from the lessons of the past, and repeating their mistakes. He equated it to the US failing to learn from its mistakes, neglecting to keep a careful watch on things, and/or taking the steps necessary to defend ourselves.
Yes, the pastor was an ex-marine.
This was the first time I ever thought the pastor would end a service not with "amen", but "ooo-rah!"