Bagpipe Serenade

After almost a week in the states I was beginning to get upset that I hadn't yet been asked for I.D. in a bar - I have always been told that they ask you even if you look 40 so I was nearing panic stations thinking I must actually look 50 (Although of course all you 50 yr olds out there are beautiful). It was with great delight that I was finally asked for I.D. in the maddest bar yet - old guys sat at the bar, stuffed animals on the walls and a little hut to go and get pizza from. The lady actually asked Tim if his girlfriend, er wife, we acquaintance had any I.D. which made it that much funnier.

Apres beer and having devoured yet more pasta and of course cake, we left the restaurant to hear the dulcet tones of what Tim was convinced was a bagpipe band complete with drummers. Round corners we ran and down great flights of stairs onto a viewing pontoon that looked out over Admiralty Inlet to be met by one lone bagpiper - his duff notes obviously mimicking that of a drum... In a crazy, late night, beer fuelled kind of way it was peaceful - Lazy Port Townsend behind us and the racket of a guy obviously chucked out of the house by a much aggrieved partner, to practice his bagpipe. There was even a lady Irish dancing with her dog...