Witchy woman

So on Tuesday Allie and I ventured out on a ghost tour. It started at 9:30 from the Royal mile adn includede a tour of The North Bridge, Colton Cemetary, Colton Hill, and finished with a pint at The Bank ( a bar on the royal mile). Our Tour guide kept reffering to himself as someone from Edinburgh, and a Scot, however I deduced that he was actually from New Jersey, possibly upstate New York. He was quite animated either way and gave a decent tour. He also opened my eyes to the fact that someone from Edinburgh is known as an Edinburgher- he pronounced Edin-burger, and I now try and find anywhere possible to use this title.
Anways the tour way not so much scary as it was overly entertaining. High lights would have to include the tour guide breaking into song to add effect to a story. It wasn't jus thtat fact that he decided to sing, but the passion he put into the tune was...just beautiful.
We then ventured up a hill and learned about evil faries and witches. We were told that there were three things that people looked for when hunting for witches in the 1700.
1. Ginger hair- at this I gasped in horror, and all the other (non-ginger) people on the tour looked and laughed
2. Birth marks- who doesn't have one- again I was astonished- onlookers began the creep aways slowly
3. Thrid nipple- saved by the bell- but not without everyone on the tour staring at me with anticipation to see my reaction. What if I was like ya I have a nubbin- I may have lost my life with these blood thristy tourists.
While on the final leg of our tour we were joined by a very intoxicated woman who began asking where we were from and what we were doing. She sounded just like Charro and proclaimed to everyone that it was her birthday. We had to sing to her, and then she set us straight that it was not her birthday by yelling the F word, that she loved us lighting a big cigarette and saying she was a great cook. She of course was a very welcome addition to the tour and I believe she even scammed her way into a free drink ticket at the pub. Either way she was dancing up a storm by the time we left the pub.
After proclaiming my status as a seudo witch, we headed to the Bank- where miracle upon miracles it was kareoke night. We entered the doors being serinaded by a very intense rendition of Hero by Inreque Iglasias. INCREDIBLE.
Kareoke in this bar means that you get up, sing a song, and then they give you a free shot of vodka. So the entertainment didn't stop all not. We got a great rendition of 'in the navy-the village people' by two very drunk young men, followed up by Collio's Gangster's paradise. Two men performed this; one man only doing the rapping bits, the other only the singing chorus. When one would be performing his portion the other would aid by yelling "beeotch" or "jaba" intermitantly.

Now I'm in London headed up to Wales for a weekend hiking trip. We are going to Snodoneia (I feel like I have to enter this magical kingdom through a wardrobe or soemthing with a name like that.)

Messages to pass on:
*Happy Easter!!!!!
*people in Scotland are so weird.