A Very Pleasant Pleasanton Games

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

On Saturday AND Sunday at noon, there is a kilted mile. Last year, they ran it at 4 pm, and it was 104 degrees. This year, I think it was a civilized 90 or so on Saturday and the low 80s on Sunday.

W2F ran BOTH days, but we were only able to catch him on Sunday. Remember what they say about real men and kilts? Well, they also say the same thing about real men wearing pink. Therefore, only really real men wear pink kilts, right?!

Coming down the home stretch:



Barely winded:



Ok, maybe he was a little tired:



TimC came to watch the triumphant return:





As we walked away from the track, you can imagine the stares-a group of Loud Macleods and man in a pink kilt! I imagine those who drank too much at the Ceilidh the night before were wishing for sunglasses, or maybe another drink!

Be well,

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

Watching (and dancing with) The Wicked Tinkers is a favorite activity of ours-we've been know to avoid games just because they won't be playing.

On Saturday we only caught part of the show. Here, on stage:



And here, doing the usual walk about (yes, he's heading for the beer tent-too bad it's Budweiser, but he must have been VERY thirsty)



Little Xena loves the Pleasanton Games, because the Tinkers are always on the stage next to this little gazebo, where she can dance. They call it their "disco cage" and she's the disco/highland dancer:



We like to hang out there too-it's shady and cool:



At some point during each performance, they begin to sing (to the tune of "I Want Candy"), "I Want Whiskey". Everyone is happy to oblige-look how delighted Panache is to give away his whiskey!



Imagine-three performances a day, and at least 6 or 7 people offer flasks (and pretty much every band member drinks from each flask). No wonder they don't mind playing over and over again!

Sunday Tinkers to come...

Be well,

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

On Sunday, the weather was so nice, the Tinkers put on marvelous performances. I don't think they could quite believe they were in Pleasanton at all. They have a new Didgeridoo player-just a young kid, who is replacing Jay Atwood, at least part time. His name is C.J. or something like that. He did well, but I'm not sure if the Mohawk is enough to match the bald, blue hand on the face of Jay:



He even spent some time playing with Xena (actually, she's hiding behind me, terrified of this weird looking young man:



The drummers are Warren Casey:



And Keith Jones (he's a MacNaughten and wears the tartan to prove it):



They both have a disturbing habit of spinning around while playing their drums-inadvertant kilt check anyone? Don't worry, I didn't take a picture of that.

Here's Aaron Shaw, hamming it up:



More to come...

Be well,

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

We danced (note how Xena's feet never seem to touch the ground):







I tested the whiskey, to be sure it was drinkable:



Shared:





And tested one last time, to be sure:



Yep, it was good whiskey!

Just a little more, I promise...

Be well,

[Mrs. Farlander]

Ok, so where are the pics of me belly dancing? Well, maybe it's good there's no evidence....

Elise

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

I'm sorry, but at that point, guess who had the camera? Don't blame me! I would have posted them! Remember, I did say there were only about 3 out there who actually could belly-dance, and you were one of them.



Be well,