Gushing and hawking
It's nine at night, I've just left my store and I'm walking through Gastown.
A couple is approaching. The guy is hard looking; fortyish, long hair, fairly tall. The woman is husky and Native.
A smile comes across the guy's face as we're about to pass each oher. He shoves a hand at me to shake.
"A guy in a kilt! You've got some balls, brother! It looks great"
Thanks," I answered.
I nodded to the woman and started to move around her to continue on my way. Then I saw the deer in the headlights look on her face.
She put a hand out and I shook it but she didn't let go. For two minutes, she held my hand and told me, gushing, visibly weak in the knees, how much she loved men in kilts. Her boyfriend finally lost patience, thankfully with her.
"Is that all it takes? Some guy in a skirt?"
She let go and I hustled off, laughing.
The guy loved the kilt until he saw the effect on his girl, then it was a skirt.
I love gushers. It's not an ego boost because nobody gushed when I wore pants.
It's just the kilt.
Saturday and Sunday I'll have a table set up on Granville street, hawking my wares like Ron Popiel selling a Veg-O-Matic. There's a ton of free events, music, and Doolin's is so close, I'll be able to have an occasional ... rest. That's it. A rest!
Actually, I have Doolin's to thank for the table. They invited me to share their space on the street. Good people there. Go have a Guinness! They'll be selling Doolin's clothing and some Irish themed paraphernalia.
Rudi from Celtic Empire will have a table set up, as well. His goods are a must see for anyone who likes quality Celtic themed leather work. I'm sure he'll also have a ton of jewellry, weaponry, etc. He's got the coolest Celtic umbrellas I've ever seen!
A couple is approaching. The guy is hard looking; fortyish, long hair, fairly tall. The woman is husky and Native.
A smile comes across the guy's face as we're about to pass each oher. He shoves a hand at me to shake.
"A guy in a kilt! You've got some balls, brother! It looks great"
Thanks," I answered.
I nodded to the woman and started to move around her to continue on my way. Then I saw the deer in the headlights look on her face.
She put a hand out and I shook it but she didn't let go. For two minutes, she held my hand and told me, gushing, visibly weak in the knees, how much she loved men in kilts. Her boyfriend finally lost patience, thankfully with her.
"Is that all it takes? Some guy in a skirt?"
She let go and I hustled off, laughing.
The guy loved the kilt until he saw the effect on his girl, then it was a skirt.
I love gushers. It's not an ego boost because nobody gushed when I wore pants.
It's just the kilt.
Saturday and Sunday I'll have a table set up on Granville street, hawking my wares like Ron Popiel selling a Veg-O-Matic. There's a ton of free events, music, and Doolin's is so close, I'll be able to have an occasional ... rest. That's it. A rest!
Actually, I have Doolin's to thank for the table. They invited me to share their space on the street. Good people there. Go have a Guinness! They'll be selling Doolin's clothing and some Irish themed paraphernalia.
Rudi from Celtic Empire will have a table set up, as well. His goods are a must see for anyone who likes quality Celtic themed leather work. I'm sure he'll also have a ton of jewellry, weaponry, etc. He's got the coolest Celtic umbrellas I've ever seen!