Anyway, I spent most of the last week wound up, excited. I was more excited about seeing "the brothers" than I was the dance itself, though I was looking forward to that too, of course.
I did finally get Dan's kilt flashes done the day before the ball...and Savannah whipped up Andy's kilt in a day and half (Thursday and Friday; she got home Wednesday). With the fella's stuff all ready we could purdy ourselves up and scram.
We got out later than I wanted too...but shoot, that's normal!
When we arrived, the brothers were in the process of set-up and socks, kilt, and kilt flashes were soon handed over. One by one the players exited stage left and changed. I soon found myself the kilt-flash girl. :D I adjusted Dan's and actually put Andy's on for him. Andy was, how would Caleb put it, "a bundle of nerves" and I didn't mind helping out...
Anyway, I think they ended up looking rather fine, don't you?
After that we switched partners. And...I cannot remember what came next. All I know is that by the time we got around to the Virginia Reel (another favorite), my ankle/foot was hurting. That last bit of sashaying irritated it. It was here that the first break was.
I did the next one after the break, The Spanish Waltz (I really like that one), with an old friend of mine. Poor laddie would have much rather been deer hunting! :D Oh well, by the time we got done with it, he admitted he was starting to have fun. I really, really, really wanted to do the Gay Gordon (it's a toss up whether I like that one or the Virginia Reel better), but I couldn't take the hopping, so I apologized to my friend and limped off to the stage...where I spent most of the remainder of the dance, getting up only to do the Waves of Tory and part of the Broom Dance...but...I got pictures!
The brothers came and checked on me, which I found quite sweet of them and I grinned and clapped (and sang! a little bit) and laughed...and chatted with littles and took pictures. Really though, I got surrounded by little kids--some of whom I didn't know--and it rather felt like old times.
But...I'm sure you'd like to look at the pictures:
Anyway, next day, the very tired us's and the very tired R's met for lunch at Bob Evan's. Daddy went with us and therefore got to meet the R's of whom he has heard so much over the last year. He liked them, too. :)
We ate and talked and drank coffee (well, some of us did...) and had an overall enjoyable time. I might say we even "debated" some...but it really was much more of a friendly discussion. Thanks, gents for the conversation!
Ah, well...delightful times. Thanks for coming and playing for us! Your musical talent was appreciated! (Maybe we can jam next time... *goofy grin*)