Boston kilt Nite

[flairball]

Mmmmm.....beermaids, Mmmmmmm,Mmmmmmm,.....beer.

I've been breaking in my new kilt, or should I say my new kilt has been breaking in me. Anyway, I'm getting ready.

[Kilted KT]

Shhhhhhh! Andrew, dont tell him about the Fine selection of ales, porters and the Stouts. Don't mention the selection of scotch and other spirits. And be sure to not tell him about mouth watering, culinary creations on the menu. And make sure he does not get wind of the bevy of beautiful beer maids who cater you your every.............
Ok, enought about that then.
Sorry I could not resist. There will be plenty left for you when you get up here ...

I think you missed a spot with the hand-full of dirks you've hurled into my back! Death would be more pleasant than this foul agony!

[Andrew Breecher]

I'm just kicking this thread up as a reminder: one week away.

6 April, 7:30, John Harvard's in Harvard Sq.

Andrew.

[Richland]

Looking forward to It...I sent an e-mail to the Manasger of JHB just to introduce the event. No reply yet. I figured there might be a free round in it or something. No matter. will be great to meet the other kilted in the area.

[flairball]

I'm looking forward to it as well, however, real life has been making a mess of things around here lately and the possibility exists that I may have to be elsewhere. Don't count me out yet. And don't think for a second that I won't spend the day kilted either. I just might not be able to fit the drinking part in.

[longshadows]

Well lads, I'll have to be with you in spirit, as it's a "school night" and the two hours down and two hours back up to Portland make a week night trip to Boston a bit problematic--especially after all that good beer!

Have one for me!

Michael

[Andrew Breecher]

Okay, one for Longshadows, possibly one for Flairball. Got it! Anyone else I should have a drink for?

Reminds me of a joke:

A local named Fergal walks into the pub in Ireland, and orders three pints of Guinness, carries them to his table, and drinks them one at a time, then walks out the door.

This goes on for several weeks before the publican tells Fergal, "You know, I can pour one pint at a time, and you don't have to get them all at once."

"Oh, I know," he replied. "It's just that my two brothers moved to America, so by drinking the three at once it's as if we're drinking together."

The publican thought this was a fine idea, and life went on as usual for a few more months. Then one day Fergal came in and only ordered two pints, carried them to his table, and drank them one after another.

The publican waited a few minutes, then approached the table. "I'd like to offer my condolences."

"What do you mean?" Fergal asked.

"Oh, I just thought that since you were only drinking two pints one of your brothers had passed away."

Fergal laughed, "No, they're both fine. I just quit drinking."

Andrew.

[flairball]

I think I know that guy. Oh,...Wait,...I think I am that guy.

Anyway, though the balance is still a bit upset, it is leaning slightly towards me going to kilt night. I might be bringing a convert with me as well. A good friend has shown quite an interest in kilt night, and sounded like he was planning to order a SWK tonight, so he could attend properly dressed. I'm betting he'll show up in a Hunting MacLeod.

[Richland]

OK see you on thursday night around 7:30....
who's gonna be there? I was going to bring 2 colleagues but they had to run to DC and may not make it back in time.

[Andrew Breecher]

I'll be there. I let someone else know, and he may show up as well.

Andrew.