Played Burns night suppers both last night and tonight. And both a grand time. Folks knew how to have a good time.

The hostess (and owner/instructor of the local Highland Dance school) of the Dinner tonight came on stage to announce there was some quantity of haggis left over (there always is) and take-away orders would be provided for 5 bucks each.

"You'll have to pay me more than that to take some, Cat," I informed her (over the mic).

"I'm gonna hide some in your guitar case," she promised (didn't happen... I watched too closely).

"And now, in honour of the main dish," I went on to announce, "Our fiddler will perform Niel Gow's Lament for the Death of his Second Wife."

And so he did.

On another note, my buddy, who was also performing there tonight, went to the dinner (I didn't) with his wife. He had 2 helpings of the "great chieftain of the puddin' race". I came in to get ready during dessert and met him coming back from the cash bar. He wife sent him to get himself a beer because his breath "smelled like poo."

I guess that's not actually another note. Was it Billy Connolly who stated that all Scottish cuisine is based on a dare?