Cory and Jaime came up to Edinburgh last weekend for a bit of castle, a bit of drinking and a bit of theater. It was the last leg of my brother’s London to Edinburgh adventure which also included stops at Stonehenge, Manchester, and Liverpool.
The absolute most disappointing thing about the entire adventure is that there is not a single picture of the three of us together. I’m not even sure there’s a picture of any two of us together. Paul was here, too, and we still didn’t get any. Boring.
Oh, except this one of my sister, eating an exceptional jacket (in the U.S. we say “baked”) potato, is too cute not to share:
Jaime calls this breakfast.
Aside from not taking pictures, there’s not a lot that we did not do.
We did tour the Castle. We did walk the length of the Royal Mile. We did tour Holyrood, the Queen’s summer home. We did visit the cafe where one J.K. is said to have created one of the most popular fictional characters of our time. We did go to a (disappointing) art museum. We did see a puppet dry heaving with a bra around his head and a stand up comedian from Liverpool that we had to fight to understand. We did eat at what must be some of Edinburgh’s best restaurants. We did drink, every night of their visit, at Lebowski’s (which is, not surprisingly, “More than a restaurant, a way of life.”). It was also at Lebowski’s where we did (well, Cory did) trick the same guy with the same bar trick on two consecutive nights.
Of course, we did also argue, analyze, chatter, discuss, disagree, chuckle, chortle, laugh, giggle, and enjoy each other’s company immensely.
