Every year on the first weekend of December my family gets up early, stocks up on coffee, and piles into cars on our way down to Alexandria Virginia for the Scottish Walk. The Scottish Walk is kind of a Christmas parade, kind of a bagpiper show, with a bunch of Scottish clans, dogs, and local officials sprinkled in for good measure.
Sigh...I just love the Scottish Walk. Also, I love Alexandria. So quaint, so picturesque, so...is that blue house five feet across?
On these outings I continually try to capture a cute picture of our family as a group, even though I am rarely in said group picture. I think it is a sign that they are immune to my camera when only three out of eight smile.
And can we focus in on what Emily is doing?
What on earth sister?
The boys in our family keep saying they are all going to go for it one year and actually wear kilts with my (Scottish) step-fathers family tartan, but I don't know, I personally don't think any of them have the cajones to actually step out in a skirt..er...I mean...kilt.
Does one wear shorts under their kilt? I played field hockey and had to wear a blue and white plaid kilt, we wore shorts for modesty sake. Well, most of us did, but that is another topic for another post. Anyway...back to the Scottish walk...
There are a ton of dogs at the walk every year, we don't take Jaco simply because...well..he is naughty. Also, yesterday he was afraid of my vibrating cell phone, so I can only imagine his reaction to bagpipes.
But when I saw this fella peeking out under the banner I immediately missed my wonderful bad dog.
We cheer loudly for our local Kiltie Band. Yaaay Yorkers!!! Woooo! The residents of Alexandia look at us like weirdos, but you know what I think? I think, deep down, they are grateful that the York Peppermint Patty is in existence, and therefore, deep down, grateful for the county of York(p.s. Peppermint Patties are no longer made in York, but they still say York, so I still somehow take credit for them).
Every year I wonder WHY that man has his chin strap in his mouth. That can't be comfortable, and in case he didn't feel weird enough parading down the streets in a skirt...er...kilt, they couldn't even find a hat that fit him? The shame.
After the parade we wandered down to the Potomac River where I spotted this little craft, and immediately began fantasizing about Captain Jack Sparrow. What?! A girl can have her daydreams!
At the end of the day, we did eventually manage a nice family picture...
..A day well spent. Even if on the ride home it began to snow and a two hour drive turned into a FIVE hour drive.