At a New York dinner honoring Scotland, as a member of the press I was seated at a table next to the kilted Lord Mayor of Edinburgh, who had been that city’s chief executive for dozens of years. His wife was elsewhere in the ballroom.
We had been chatting amicably for several minutes when an announcer said, “We’re honored to have the mayor of Edinburgh, and his lovely wife.”
I slowly realized that the announcer meant ... me!
“Wave,” chuckled the mischievous mayor, as he did. So I produced a windshield-wiper wave befitting a Lord's spouse.
His wife, the Lady, was not amused.
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Lezlie
This is absolutely funny.
Here's something I wrote before that details this fact a bit more:
http://open.salon.com/blog/lea_lane/2009/10/20/two_weddings_a_funeral_life_lessons_i_learned
"Scottish men traditionally wear nothing under their kilts. At least that’s what the guys kept telling me, and I was afraid to peek. I did note that when the groom’s father was hoisted aloft in a chair for the traditional Jewish ritual, a thoughtful Scot kept his hand between the dad’s legs to keep the family jewels covered."
Yuck, can you imagine... I will stop there.
Be careful what you wish for, right?!?
This was a fantastic 101 and great memory!
Would have loved to have seen the look on "her" face!!!
Bet his Lordship was smiling from ear to ear!
And Cathy, I'm not sure how many marriages you've had but I guess that none were as brief as the two I wrote about in 101 words.
You're right on track!
This was wonderfully funny. Being Scotch-Irish myself I'd like to credit the mayor, except for this: “So I produced a windshield-wiper wave befitting a Lord's spouse.”
You could have opted for the more reserved, “screwing-in-the-lightbulb-beauty-pageant” wave. But you didn’t. Thus your wave was equally as mischievous as the mayor’s idea.
Terrifically whimsical stuff Lea.
Rated and appreciated.
Yes, I do seem to have something that holds a man's attention enough to claim me as his wife for at least 15 minutes. I guess I should get to know these men a bit better, but you take what you can get. And it's always good the first 15 minutes!
But people do always ask me at bus stops which bus goes downtown.
How fun!