Several of my fellow travelers to Scotland stayed there an additional three weeks after I had left. In this time, Beth, the group leader, managed to fall and break her wrist during a visit to Edinburgh. According to the recounts I heard upon their return to Oklahoma, this led to quite an adventure trying to find a hospital in the unfamiliar streets of Edinburgh followed by the experience of a Scottish hospital complete with "hat bowls" and purple gloves.
Beth's wrist has since healed, and we've been busy preparing for one of our biggest performances of the year: Oktoberfest. All was going well - we could do the program several times in an evening with time to spare when it happened - Laurabelle broke her wrist in the middle of our dress rehearsal 10 days before the big event. She was laughing so hard during the dance that at the point where she's supposed to kneel then rise she lost her balance when rising and heard/felt a snap after she reached down to break her fall. So everyone hopped in their cars and caravaned over to the hospital where we managed to get lost in the parking lot even though it wasn't Edinburgh. The ER secretary was a bit shocked when a whole crew of kilted folk appeared at her desk at once. She was glad to find out that we were all just there for moral support for Laurabelle (and of course not to miss a second hospital adventure).
Stay tuned to find out how Oktoberfest went.
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