Whaddup homies from my home? Looks like this is the Season of Visiting for yours truly. At the end of April, my sis, the fabulous Marg-a-rooney, came over to Edinburgh to explore and discover Scotch Land. We did EVERYTHING in Edinburgh. Seriously. I made an itinerary. We climbed ALL the monuments. We ate ALL the food. We drank ALL the locally-brewed, -distilled, -bottled and -blended liquids that our bladders could handle. It was de-LIGHT-ful!
We also managed (due to my phenomenal planning) to find time to go shopping in Glasgow, be charmed by York and experience some first-class entertainment in London's West End. If anyone gets the chance to see the musical
The Book of Mormon, you MUST do it. I haven't laughed that much at a musical since I was in a production of CATS in high school and the Magical Mr. Mistofelees ripped a big one during a particularly spectacular split jump. But seriously, go see the
Book of Mormon. Do bring a sense of child-like whimsy. Do NOT bring any actual children. There are a few too many F-bombs set to catchy tunes for the show to be appropriate for the Pull-Ups Set.
Obviously I have a thousand words that I could use to describe our full trip in detail. Y'all know me. But I think this time I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves. With a little help from my captions.
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| You wouldn't know anything about this, would you, Marg? |
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| Preparing to climb up Arthur's Seat. Doesn't look that tall, right? |
You're right Marg - that view of Edinburgh is ha-ha-ha-larious!
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| Looks like the stars come out in the daytime in Edinburgh |
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| Who took this picture??? |
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| Marg prepares to hear the sweet song of whisky at the Scotch Whisky Experience |
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| Hairrry Coo. Mu. |
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| Marg descends into the ancient valley of Glencoe |
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| Marg takes a picture of the ancient valley of Glencoe |
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| Marg ascends from the ancient valley of Glencoe |
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| We met a Hairy Coo! |
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| Two Coo |
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| Who you? You noo coo! |
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| "Hairrry Coos laike thae waet waether!" |
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| "Ugh. Tourists." |
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| "Snuufllfleeeesnoorrrrttt." |
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| A teeeennnyyy tiiiiinnnnnyyy pony!!! |
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| "Excuse me, are your shoes made of food?" |
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| Look out, Marg! Nessie's right behind you!!! |
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| Cruel fate! All along, the monster was ME!! |
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| Anastasia and Drizella go for a shopping day in Glasgow |
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| Margaret poses daintily beside the ruins of an Abbey in York |
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| I pose equally daintily |
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| This tree wanted a picture with Margaret. Those people did not. |
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| The heavenly set of the Book of Mormon. I wasn't supposed to take this photo. |
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| After Marg flew off, I went on a bus tour of London. Because I could. This is REAL WESTMINSTER!!! PPPPPPPPARRRRRRRRLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAMMMMMEEEEEEENNNNTTTTTT. |
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| Stupid bridge got in the way of my photo of these two guys. |
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| This is THE SHARD. Do NOT tread upon it. Owie-wowie! |
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| On the train back home - it's goddam pastoral here. |
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| Take a roll-a through canola |
Coming up soon: photos of my visit with a certain person in a certain country! Here's a hint - her name rhymes with
Bélize and the country rhymes with... Flitzerbland...
Talk to you soon!