Glasses

Funny story. I posted the video a couple days ago of our night at the ceilidh. Well, the last dance was particularly intricate. The crowd was formed into two lines (men and women) and you proceeded, in pairs, to spin each other and then take the hands of the next person in line, spin them, and then return to your partner, and so on down the entire line. Fun, dizzy, sweaty, and exhausting would all be good descriptors. In any case, Kellie and I got a bit into it, and about halfway down the line, we were spinning quite madly, and when we returned to one another before another round, we smacked into each other with such great force that the plastic on part of my black glasses was cracked. It was one of those things that was not really funny at first, but the more I think about it, the more I laugh that my glasses were broken due to over-exuberant Celtic dancing. Fortunately, I've got my other pair of rimless ones, but sadly, for the time being, no black plastic glasses. Let this be a lesson to you all: a ceilidh can be dangerous is one does not control oneself.