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August 2010

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Days 34-36: The One With the Ending

The Monterey Games dawned bright and early at 9 am Saturday morning. Sure enough, we had people Droppin’ Drawers before 10, and the bell ringing! We figured all that bell ringing would help everyone else wake up ;) It’s always fun to meet our FaceBook friends in real life, so we were happy to meet Cindy Knox face to face on Saturday. We helped her son Kurtis get his first kilt, which he was plenty stoked about. What a terrific highlight!

1916 delivered excellent entertainment and kept the crowd pumped all weekend. They’ve added a new member, Kenny Mount, who is only adding to their awesomeness. Kenny’s wife, Malissa, wore her Billie kilt, and she and Kym were lookin’ foxy in the 1916 booth! Whilst Renee added a new kilt to her wardrobe–a momma kilt :) And she rocked it!

Overall, Saturday was the usual crazy busy work day for us Kilt Lasses! To celebrate a successful day, we decided to eat at our favorite restaurant from last year: Gino’s. We were seated in the patio, and everyone immediately opened their menus. Hey, it was a long day, and we were all starving! Except Dennis apparently. When we bothered to look up from our menus, we saw that he had scooted his chair backwards and joined another table of people, who were all asking him questions about his Heritage of Scotland kilt. Being his usual charming self, Dennis explained all about kilts, and why they all needed one. Well! No more convincing needed for this group! Dennis scooted back to our table, and Bryanna scooted her chair over to close the deal.  Yes, ladies and gentleman…we took a kilt order AT DINNER. It’s just what we do! What can we say, kilts never go out of style! Makes you sorta wanna go out to dinner with us just to see it in action, don’t it?

Once we finished with the order, we went into the more important things in life: eating! Gino’s has some amazing Italian food, and almost everyone finished their plates that night. We made our way back to the hotel stuffed and happy. Kyleena offered to drive the Suburban back to the hotel, and Dennis followed behind, driving the van. When making a right onto a street, Kyleena managed to piss off the turn signals in the car, and they wouldn’t turn off. So as we sat in the right hand turn lane, all Kelli and Dennis see are the Suburban’s signals switching from left to right. Kelli was convinced Kyleena was messing with her. In actuality, Kyleena was freaking out, trying to make the madness stop. They FINALLY turned off, about a couple blocks before the hotel.

The next morning everyone popped out of bed and began to get ready for work. Everyone that is, except Karen. Karen had been fighting off a bug for days, and it finally caught up with her. She kept trying to get up and get ready, but Bryanna and Kyleena made her lay back down. The show would have to go on without her!

Throughout the day everyone wanted to know where Karen was, and everyone was sad that she wasn’t feeling well. A Highland Games isn’t the same without the Kilted Momma, and we all know that. In spite of that it was picture perfect weather, made only more beautiful with more visits from our family of NorCal friends.

We  spent the weekend not only with our Clan (Inebriated) Chief and our 1916 pals, but with Billy and Dawn Nuckles from Bakersfield as well. Zandr and Karen even came out too! Our Celtic family truly is the blessing in all the sometimes madness.

In the afternoon Damien from the band Tempest gave in to temptation and got himself a black kilt. He had to ask us if the kilt was fire proof by any chance…did you know that Damien could breathe fire? Because we sure didn’t! And, BTW, it’s not! And, it doesn’t come with an extinguisher…yikes! Should we be concerned?

When tear down came, we packed up our stuff for the last time on the PNT, albeit a little slower since we didn’t have the help of Kilt Lass Karen. Dawn insisted on helping us out, which was extremely sweet of her. And man oh man, can that woman pack! She may look slender, but she has some serious guns on her! She was carrying kilt boxes like they were nothing! Dawn, you were a lifesaver, we cannot thank you enough! The Kilt Lass Application is in the mail to you as we type ;p

After tear down our whole big, loud group met up one last time at Black Bear Diner. Our boisterous group talked, laughed, and ate together, enjoying the  feeling that comes at the end of a Games- that you spent an entire weekend working, yes, but that you were able to do so surrounded by friends and family. The good, the bad, and in Karen’s case the ugly…yes this means you Billy and your damn camera! All she wanted was a pancake and a cuppa tea!

We, The Kilt Lasses, had a wonderfully fantastic time these past five weeks. We’ve been through 3 states, worked 4 shows, driven hundreds of thousands of miles, and, flown a few too. We’ve kilted too many smiling willing faces to count, had a few car bombs here and there, and enjoyed what was the time of our life with dear friends. We are so blessed to have THE best job in the world. And to everyone reading this: it is all of you that make our job so great.

Really and truly we talk about all of you all of the time. Recall and recollect our events and those who touched our hearts or tickled our funny bones. We are blessed by you. Writing this blog has brought all of us closer than we ever imagined (remember the photo of the fishies drying on the towel rack?). Hopefully you’ve all enjoyed reading it much as we’ve enjoyed writing it.

So, the PNT remix is officially over and we get a month long break until we are back at it. Pleasanton Games 2010…see you soon! :)

P.S. To continue blogging or not? That is the question.

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Total Miles Logged: 2,500

Total Cases of Water: 10

Total Number of Energy Drinks: Too many

Total Number of Kilts Sold: Lost count

Number of New Friends Made: Heartwarming

Number of Laugh Attacks: Priceless

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Kenny: I’m really sorry guys, I’m usually really funny. I don’t know what happened.

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Attendee of the Montery Games: I love watching those fishnet walk away ahhhhhhh

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Billy: Don’t trust cheese!

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Billy: Karen, you need to eat more meat.

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Kyleena: I’m not funny out of contex.

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???: If you’re looking for Zandr he’s at the front of the stage looking up at men and taking photos.

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Billy: I like the shirt with the 2 Rampant lions and the blue shit.

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Damien: Is this kilt fire proof?

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(In reference to ‘dressing’ pancakes)

Bryanna: You can either enjoy life and eat a lot of butter. Or eat that shit that’s one molecule away from plastic and watch your arteries fill up like a Matel doll.

Walter: No baby that’s what makes it good. But you need syrup.

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Kelli: I have to sit next to Karen, I didn’t get any of her today.

Aug 15, 2010
Days 30-33: The One With No Title

After spending all Monday relaxing, we had to finally kick our fannies into gear. We got up early and jammed all our stuff back into the car for the billionth time, and headed out on the road. We spent our NINE HOUR TRIP (yes, you read that right) blasting some tunes and rocking out. We played almost every NeedFire song we had to start. Even though we had just seen them at the Enumclaw Games, we were also booth locked, so we never actually got to see them perform. Ridiculous, we know. After that we switched to 70′s music for the rest of the ride. By the end of that ride we were all exhausted, and very grateful for our hotel room. We ordered in and planned our drive for the next day. For some reason, we were under the impression that the ride from Medford to Monterey was approximately 5 hours. We were all so tired, none of us questioned it, and we were excited at the chance to get to sleep a bit more. Our goal: leave by 9 am the next morning.

If you have been reading along with us, you should know by now that nothing we do ever goes according to plan. We wake up to find that someone was kind enough to DEACTIVATE the MacKinnon’s Kilts facebook account. Um…whaaaaaat? So glad to see that someone spent their free time hacking into our facebook, only to deactivate it. Thank goodness facebook doesn’t have a legitimate delete option, otherwise we would have lost our friends, our photos, the Kilt Lass fan page- everything! We reactivated it, added in some extra security features, and continued on with our morning.

It was about 10 am when we finally made our way onto the freeway and turned on our TomTom to get specific directions to our next hotel. Kyleena checks the mileage: 449 miles. Time: 7 hours, 19 minutes. Wait…whaaaaaaat?? That’s right folks- 7 hours. Hauling a trailer, that equals 9 hours minimum….again. Dangit! We were definitely off with this “4 hours” nonsense. We knew it was too good to be true! And so the Kilt Lasses continued their journey south, traveling their way down the 5.

We stopped in Weed, CA on our way down because, well….it was just too funny to resist! We all got commemorative t-shirts, and continued on our way. We didn’t stop again until we needed gas, and Kelli decided to pop over to some Italian deli for some cookies. Instead, she came back with a few cookies, salami, cheeses, and garlic stuffed olives. It was Kyleena’s turn to drive, and Kelli handed her what looked like a chocolate milkshake, and tasted like a chocolate milkshake. All Kyleena heard was “made with real ice cream!” Everyone shared the shake, but Kyleena definitely drank over half by herself. It was then that she realized the chocolate was mixed with espresso….3 espresso shots, to be specific. Helloooo buzz! Everyone had a nice caffeine high for the next few hours. Kyleena was convinced she would never sleep again. About a half hour away from our destination we had to stop again for gas. As luck would have it, there was an In N’ Out across the street. The Lasses had not had the wonderful experience that is In N’ Out for a month now, and we were SO excited! Animal fries and burgers, so delicious!

We FINALLY make it to the hotel at 10:30 pm, get the luggage off the top of the car in the freezing cold, and get inside our hotel room. Kyleena, the one who was convinced she would never sleep again? Yeah, first one to pass out.

Thursday the Kilt Lasses, after two days of intense driving and 20+ hours in the car, earned their sleeping in time. At around 1, Kelli becomes bored because she has run out of crossword puzzles to complete, and rouses everyone enough so we can finally go eat….er, breakfast. Hey, pancakes are just as good in the pm as they are in the am! We wanted to go to the store, but we were worried that if we left someone would take the parking spot we were saving for Dennis and his trailer. So we did what every Kilt Lass does….tie caution tape around a rock, drag it through orange cones, and tie it to the door of the trailer. We had to shoo away several people who wanted to park in our claimed area, despite the rest of the parking lot being pretty much empty. Pff! They only wanted it because they couldn’t have it! With our section of the parking lot secure, we head over to the market to get some tasties for set-up the next day. When we return, Dennis has removed the caution tape in order to park. And instead of going to the front desk and getting a key to his room, he waited for us in his car, like the goober he is! A few hours later Uncle Scott and his youngest daughter, Greta, arrived a la taxi from the train station. We sat around Dennis and Kelli’s room, drinking and laughing and having a great time.

Friday was set-up. MacKinnon’s Kilts signed up for a 20′x20′….as did CI Products! This weekend we are technically a 40′x40′ booth! We are big, loud, and damn proud of it! We are excited to work the Monterey Highland Games this weekend! It is the last Games of the PNT 2010, so we are gonna make sure to live it up and have as much fun as possible! With all our friends here, that shouldn’t be too hard! Hope to see you all this weekend. :)

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Bryanna: I should play the tambourine professionally.

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Kelli: You have to squeeze it or you’ll lose the pearl.

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Kelli: Ooooh it smells so good in my box!

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Karen: No food til Weed!!

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Bryanna: I definitely know where they might possibly be.

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Karen: Want my rewards card?

(Seriously 2 seconds after receiving said rewards card)

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Karen: I got the sucked in, side view.

Kyleena: I got the panoramic view.

Kelli: I was looking down, thank God I didn’t see it.

(Discussing when Bryanna laughed so hard she spit a loogie)

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Kelli: And I don’t need a f**king button either.

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Bryanna: The definition of clusterf**k is an orgy of crap.

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Dennis: If Kyleena is Cool and Creamy, then Bryanna must be Rich and Dreamy. Of course Karen is Old and Seedy, but Uncle Scott says at least she’s not Cheap and Greedy!

(He based all these off menu descriptions….and well, it just morphed from there)

Aug 6, 2010
Days 27-29: The One With All the Laughing

This weekend, The Enumclaw Highland Games were held @ the Enumclaw Expo Center. We could not have ordered more perfect weather! And, it seems that everyone else agreed because they came out in droves. We had many friends we had met last year stop by the booth to say hello and some even brought presents…liquor! And then there were all the new faces who could not have been nicer. By the end of day Sunday it was obvious that the Lasses had spent the weekend helping to drop drawers as kilt stock was low. We stopped by the ceilidh Saturday evening and enjoyed some libations with everyone and then it was off to dinner with our pals NeedFire. What should have been a fairly routine dinner for 10 turned into a 3 hour question of “do they even know we’re here?” We took it all in stride as it gave us time to visit with our friends and share some big laughs together. So much fun that we decided to do it again the following night, but, at a different restaurant.

Exhausted and with a room full of dirty clothes we decided we better do something on Monday. So, we slept in. Got up, layed back down. Watched 3 hours of VH1 100 greatest songs of the 90′s…cuz that’s important stuff. Made phone calls. Texted. Made a Taco Time run. Ate. Wrote postcards. Layed back down. Complained about being tired. Drank about 10 cokes. Ordered some food to be delivered. It arrived. We ate it. When it was getting dark we decided we better go hook up the trailer-cuz that’s the perfect time of day to get to that chore!

So, now it’s midnight. There’s wet clothes air drying allllllll over the hotel room and suitcases partially packed. And what are we doing? Laying on the bed reading the Enquirer and making videos to mobile upload on facebook. Yep, this is how the Kilt Lasses do things in their off time.

Tomorrow morning (if we ever get any sleep tonight) we head south to Oregon. We have a kilt delivery there and hopefully a bit of shut eye as we’re pretty sure we’re gonna need it. Hoping we’ll have some giggles to share with you then of our travels of rest stops and gas stations prove an endless steam of amusement for us. Until then enjoy the following quotes from the past few days:

Kelli: These aren’t sweatpants, they’re shorts!

Bryanna: Kelli, do they have a zipper or a button?

Kelli: No.

Bryanna: Then they’re sweatpants!

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Kelli: Are you eating fruitloops? While watching Spongebob?

Kyleena: Breakfast of champions!

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Bryanna: (finger pointing at face and circling) THIS sells!

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Karen: Where the f**cking f**k is it in the f**cking bag?

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(4:00am ::alarm blasting from Bryanna’s phone::)

Karen:What did we forget?

Bryanna: Nothing, it’s my alarm

Karen: FAIL!!!!!!!

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Kelli: Hey there’s beer all over my boots! Oh! I think I did that!

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Karen: I’m gonna put my mouth on this part right here.

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And from our amazingly awesome NeedFire friends:

Matt: I didn’t say smell it I said taste it!

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John: I like you better from this side anyway!

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Brad: Do you think if I ate all those sugar packets I would get cancer & die so I don’t have to listen to this f**king song anymore?

(Note: It was a Bette Midler song)

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(While filming a video to send to Mandy, who couldn’t make it to this gig)

Matt: Hi Mandy!

Bryanna: Miss you Mandy!

Mikey: Hey Mandy!

Karen: We all wish you were here!

John: Hope you’re doing well!

Kelli: Miss you Mandy!

Kyleena: Hope you’re doing great at home!

Brad: I wish I was DEAD.

Ed: (without pausing) I love you pumpkin!

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Customer: You guys could be roller derby QUEENS!

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