I Wear a Kilt

Another weekend, another ceilidh.

Venue stayed locked until half an hour after we were supposed to get in to set up, so we were left at the door in the strong breeze until the caretaker arrived. I had to hang on to my kilt, seeing the lassie opposite's flying all over the place. Fortunately, she wasn't wearing it, but had it on a hanger to change into (once we were allowed in). I was asked to carry a heavy box in from the gate and just had to trust that there would be no sudden gusts.