NorCal X Marks Burns Supper: plan now!

[McMurdo]

That was a great report Alan thank you for it a' that, an' a' that,

I almost feel as if I were there.

[Panache]

It was a fabulous time! Madalyne was unsung heroine of the evening. So we need to sing her praises a bit. Without her this would have not happened.
Bravo Madalyne! And a bravo to all the friends who came and gathered together in good fellowship. The F-H.C.A.G.hereby suggests that the formerly "Invisible Joan" be now referred to as the "Luminous Joan" (for reasons that will become obvious when the "Nor-Cal Burn's Night Pictures" thread is set up).

Here is Ray's (Bunchdescendant) "Toast to the Lassies"

First of all, please let me take a moment to thank our lovely and talented hostess, the Amazing Madalyn for her tireless work in organizing this wonderful Burns Supper.

I would also like to thank Alan Hebert. I am especially grateful to Alan as it is an act of great faith to ask a man attending his first Burns Supper, and as ignorant as I am of Robert Burns, to give "The Toast to the Lassies."

In the common language, which is sometimes referred to as "in the vulgar" or "sic vulgaris" when referring to Latin, which we are not...

...This toast being neither sick, nor vulgar, nor in Latin....

This toast is to the Lassies in our lives, the ones that stick by us through thick and thin, for better or worse, the very individuals that support our kilt wearing. The love of our life that looks the other way as we purchase more kilts online. The ones that bring us food and water whilst we type furiously to our fellow kilties online, late at night, ignoring all other sights and sounds…..

I seem to be straying from the point…..Sorry all…..

**CLEARING THROAT**

Getting back to the matter at hand,

I shall proceed...............***RATTLE PAPERS****

Four Score and 7 years ago, our forefathers….……..

Oh...wait… **SHEEPISH GRIN** **SHUFFLE PAPERS**

Wrong speech... **ADJUST GLASSES**

I have inspected this jobsite at great length and this is my list of deficiencies starting with……

Oh.... wait...Sorry. How did that get in there… HEH HEH....that one was for work……..

***SHUFFLE PAPERS***
***SWITCH GLASSES***

Ah...here we go.

A Toast to the Lassies

Now, here's to the lassies
In skirt, dress and sashies.
The kindest of mankind,
'Til they change their mind!

Then the barbs, like a dart,
Go straight to your heart.
From sweetness like sugar,
To "off wi' ya, bugger!"

Then, as quick as you please,
They set your mind at ease.
Everything is all right,
And it's cuddling tonight!

They keep the home fires burning,
And help with the earning.
But, they know the spendin'
And are good at ear bendin.'

They want to talk feelings,
While our senses are reeling.
But what's to explain,
They just confuse us again!

They keep us in clean shirts,
a pressed kilt for the kirk,
and socks and shorts,
Ah, they're such good sports!

We'd be lost without them,
just don't try to out-pout them!
But they're quick to concede
It's us that they need!

They tolerate our weakness
And our goofy- and geekyness.
And they're there by our side,
Not just along for the ride.

So, lads, if you please,
Don't get down on your knees.
But stand and raise your glasses,
And we'll toast the bonnie lasses!


Well done Ray!

[Panache]

The lovely Flame-Haired Celtic Amazon Goddess recited the "Lassies Response". She noted that she didn't have time or inclination to write a response , so she made me do it.

In her own words:

"This is poem to Panache,
by Panache,
recited by me"

The assembled rabble laughed heartily and cheered her wonderful delivery of the following lines:

The Lasses’ response

O, MY Luve’s like a bright peacock
That’s always in full plume
O, My luve likes kilts far too much
He’s a rose in tartan bloom

So fair art thou ma kilted lad
So deep in Love am I
I’ll put up with this whole Scot-thing
Till our check book gang dry

Till our checkbook gang dry my dear
And our credit is all gone
And I will Luve thee still my dear
When your preening is all done

And fare thee weel, my kilted Luve
Walk proudly down the mile
Ma vain yet bonnie highland Luve
Tartan peacock ye have style!

(With apologies to Robert Burns)

Cheers