I hardly need to be lured to Edinburgh, one of my all-time favorite cities. The Fringe Festival did the trick, though, and so I set off for a quick trip to see British comedy. Fortunately I also have friends in that area, and they were willing to accompany me.
I learned a few things -- if there are tickets available on short notice, it's a sign (not a good one). And I learned that the title of the event I chose, "On Heat," hints at randyness, although it also could have referred to the temperature inside the venue. I experienced one of my worst social phobias: persuading others to come along to an event that turns out to be pretty horrible.
But my friends were unfailingly polite. (I think that if you served them a plate of bees, they would kindly accept it and say, "It's a feast for all the senses.") They said they enjoyed themselves.
That hour aside, it was a sublime day. The weather was incredible, Edinburgh was bustling, and I got to do what I'd love to do every Saturday night: have dinner in a big city with really fun people.
More on gorgeous, magical Scotland in the coming days! Until then, please be astonished by Scott's View, named for Sir Walter himself.
I've been to Edinburgh before. Why does Edinburgh bother to have a festival simply to do what Edinburgh does anyway?
Posted by: Opie | 24 August 2008 at 22:16