Yesterday, Ed and I went to a Scottish festival in Lehi (Utah). We had a really good time, despite the festival being overrun by Scots. It poured for a while, but then it cleared up. We saw dancing, bagpiping, a smidge of fiddling, some caber tossing, and ate a variety of meat pies. All in all, pretty good. We didn't stay for the ceili, which I'm sad about, but I had also taken the Praxis that morning (I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. and was going on maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep at that point and had had enough), so one had to make concessions.