Scotch Sours

Shannon and I went to the Scottish Games on Sunday. I felt kinda bad, because I mentioned to Tim that we were going, and, since I didn't set a time with Shannon, we spent the morning hanging artwork. Why we did that, I don't know. I guess I didn't impress on Shannon that we might be meeting Tim there, even though I know I mentioned that I had told Tim that we were going and we might meet him there. So. Tim texted me about noonish and told me he was there. Shannon got a bit upset because I didn't tell her that we were meeting Tim at noon, which is okay, because Tim and I didn't discuss times. I guess I just need to do a better job of looking into the future so I can determine the action of other people.

Regardless, we started that way, heading down 75, when Tim texted me again and told me it was too hot and he was going home. I didn't blame him. It was friggin hot. And we went anyway.

( It was Scottish Hot. Tarzan was a Scotsman, right? )