After work yesterday I met Steve and Dana at Cairngorm Scottish Imports. Scott couldn't make it, sadly, and I missed him because it's been way too long since I've seen him. But he's busy being a pirate and a ghostbuster and meeting new girls, so I suppose he's forgiven. Unless Dana wasn't just being a smarty pants when he said that S and D had killed an eaten him. That would be unforgivable, since Scott knows how to use a sword. Well, a prop sword at any rate. *grin*
But I digress.
We were at the scottish shop (complete with Scottish accented manager) to book our wedding outfits. You may remember (or not, I don't know) that Steve (Annika, he's the one that does the B-movie card games) asked me to be in his wedding party, on the boys side. I believe that I jumped up and down and squealed a little bit. It seems this is not the proper way to accept an invitation from a boy to be in his wedding. Ooops.
As it turns out, being a boy is harder than I thought. Men's kilts aren't made for people with hips; the only way the vest with the Prince Charlie would fit over my boobs was if the jacket was miles too big; the store doesn't stock rental shoes in my size. D'oh! So I'm wearing the kilt with a white shirt and black bow tie (anyone know where I can get a women's tuxedo shirt that won't cost me an arm and a leg?), a belt with a big, shiny silver buckle, the PC jacket, boys' kilt hose and shoes that I have to go find somewhere and they'll give me buckles to go on my shoes. Steve is fine with me not looking exactly like the rest of his boys, so the outfit is fine by me. We will all have a matching tartan, jacket, Sgian Dubh and sporran. Oh, and the sgian dubhs are advertised as being "safety" sgian dubhs, which is probably a really, really good idea, given this crowd. Not because we're a violent bunch, but because we're all a bunch of extroverts who like to play with sharp pointy things. And some of us are accident prone.
My one concern is that with all the buckles I'm going to wind up looking less like a highlander and more like a leprechaun.