First things first- Hey McVarmit- it was awesome seeing you this weekend!

Second, this was the weekend of the Elizabeth, Colorado Celtic festival, at which I had a vendors tent. So now that you all know--

Interesting chance meeting #1- MCvarmit. I'm at my vendor tent just watching people, and I noticed a guy walking by with a pair of desert camo flashes. I left my booth in the capable hands of my partner and ran over to the guy to ask him where he got them. He and I got into a rather pleasant conversation, and I told him about X Marks. He said "I post there a lot!" So I asked him his user name, and it turned out to be our very own McVarmit! That was very cool I do have to say. it was pure dumb luck.

Interesting chance meeting #2- http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm...iendid=8540332

I went to see these guys play. I'd seen them once before and I love them, so I had to catch a few songs. After the show was over their violinist Amanda Malone came over to me and said "Hey! I know you!" I asked her where from. My mother was her piano teacher when we were kids! I hadn't seen her since the late 1980's, but she recognized me and remembered my name even! It totally took me by surprise! I didn't remember anything at all about her until she told me about her first recietal, which was at our house.

And not a chance meeting- Livingston dropped in to say hello. I knew he was going to be there. Livingston, thanks for saying hello. Always a pleasure, brother.

Now onto the entertaining story- the bonny knees contest. My business partner brought along our slave labor- her nephew Mark. Marks father is one of those people who believes that the kilt is just one step from cross dressing and hates (vehemently!) the idea of his son wearing one. Mark on the other hand wants very much to wear a kilt because he loves the way I look in mine. So I brought one of my son's kilts for him so he could also enter the contest (and I did get his mothers permission for that.) Mark and I entered the contest. He was one of the last to go. The randy wenches they had judging us wanted us to spin around to show off our... pleats. Most of us made our kilts fly as high as possible and Mark saw more bare asses than a donkey farmer. He was beat red and trembling and when the judges called his name. But gods bless him, he went up there and went through their testing of his knees! He went up there and all the ladies went 'AW!!! He's so CUTE!!" He told them it was his first ever in a kilt, so they just loved him up as much as possible. And Mark is a huge ham, so once they ladies got him to relax, he got into it and the Mark that I know and love came out, and he won over the judges. He couldn't have won the contest because all the prizes revolved around scotch, but he got honorable mention as the all around cutest enterant. He's decided that when he turns 18, he's going to get himself a few kilts. He's sold and wants to do as many Celtic fests as possible with Colorado Celtic. So we have a kiltie in the making.