Scotland reminds me of the men in my life. Golf for Grandad and Dad and futbol for Dylan and dad and badass highlander Scots for all three. I need to find postcards for them. Last night we went to a pub which turned out to be the local hangout for futbol fans. Go Liverpool!
Today we jumped on a tour bus led by a real highlander with a fabulous accent who was smooth with the ladies, teehee. His name was Chris which tickled Fluff (whose real name is Chris). We went to a castle in Stirling, a loch, and a whisky distillery. The scenery from the bus was the best, imo. Though falling in the mud and ruining my clothes at the castle was a riot, too.
Tomorrow Fluffy and Becca train out and I will try to catch a train to Inverness to find Nessie and eat at some place Spencer Hamilton suggested.
Which reminds me, today I had some hella good minced meat in a biscuit bowl with potaties and peas. Scotties know how to do it.
I also ninjaed from the continental breakfast, mom and Judy would be proud.
Also, Osario: I used "HiWhatsYourName?" on a guy, you'd be proud. Unfortunately he was gay.
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