A Scottish Ceilidh

Last night we attended our first Scottish Ceilidh (pronounced: kay-lay). I suppose it wasn't a true Scottish Ceilidh as it as a large group of International Students, but there WAS a Scottish band and they taught us how to dance a bunch of the traditional dances. It was held at St. Andrews in the Square, which is a spectacular venue. Whoever owns the place saved an old church from ruin by fixing it up and now its a music venue that can also be hired out. (Also, there is a GREAT cafe in the old basement.)

The band was wonderful and were really great about teaching everyone the dances. I was able to get up and dance one of them, with the International Director. Mike HATES to dance, so we were on the sidelines of the dance floor for the night. But, at least there was a fair amount of others that were doing the same thing. Two Scots crashed our party as well to promote their ceilidh later in the week. It was great! They showed up in full Scottish formal wear (kilt) and danced along with everyone else. It was a great night, but next time Mike has to dance!

Everyone trying to dance -- really with that many people on the dance floor (and after a few drinks) everyone just did their own thing yet still made the appearance of actually doing the dance... it was chaotic out there!

Because I am truly classy, Mike bought me a glass of wine for party instead of a beer. And in my own classy way, I spilled it within one minute all over the table and my sleeve. At least I only spilled a little bit!

Addendum: Mike would like me to point out that he DID volunteer to go out on the dance floor "if I really wanted to dance."