It was going to happen sooner or later. I can blame it all on Tartan Day but that would be a lie. For the second time in 153 weeks I didn’t post a blog on Wednesday. The last time this happened I was in the hospital.
This time I was so exhausted even a penguin couldn’t help me.
Yesterday, April 6th, was Tartan Day. For the last seven years I’ve been putting on some sort of event to mark the day. This year was no different except that this year may be my last.
I’m not an “events” person. People think I am, but they’re wrong.
Yesterday I joined up with Rob MacNeil and Nic Brand. I love these guys! Nic is the founder of Men In Kilts and let us use his tartan firetruck to drive around downtown Vancouver. Rob is the Cultural Committee Chair of the Scottish Cultural Centre and got us two pipers and a dancer to provide the entertainment. We made stops at many iconic Vancouver places, put on a mini show and in-between, drove around the main streets of downtown with the bagpipes going strong!!!
Lots of fun but very crazy and a little hard to organize.
It’s “gorilla-style” with the premise that you do something and ask for permission later.
A tad bit stressful for the person in charge.
Before we headed out I wanted to address the issue that I might lose my cool while we were on the road. (And when I say lose my cool I mean I could go insane and yell at everyone.)
So I gave this little speech to Rob, Nic, Roger Lye, Aiden Fowler, Alexandra Lye and the parents.
“We’re going out to have as much fun as we can, but I know that if I get stressed about something I can go a little crazy, get mad and totally crap out. It’s very ugly! So… if you see me start to get a bad face and get mean… I want you to immediately say a special word to me. And that word is PENGUIN! Then all I’ll think about are my favourite animals and the way they are so cute and how they walk funny and I will stop being mad. OK?”
I even tossed in my imitation of a penguin walking.
The speech wasn’t for their benefit, it was for mine. It was a safety net in case the event went bad. In case I went bad.
But the day went well and no one said “penguin!” The crowds smiled, took pictures, waved and realized it was indeed Tartan Day.
We only had trouble with two security people. Even those encounters ended well.
I got home after the fifteen hour day and wrote my blog. Then I accidentally deleted it. An exhausted, stupid move. I wrote another one and it was shit. I wrote a third one and can you believe this; my computer crashed and I lost it all.
I wanted to cry and scream and say I will never blog again.
Instead I said the magic word and went to bed.