potentialities

Tonight I went out with my co-workers and, on my suggestion, we went to a Scottish bar named -- get ready -- St. Andrews.  Now obviously this was inspired by you, it being your first day in Scotland and all.  Sure, it probably helped marginally that it's two blocks away from my workplace, that they carry my favorite single malt scotch (Strathisla if you must know), and that the bartenders are required to wear kilts.  But clearly the driving force was you.  We shared a wee dram in your honor.  (Perhaps the others weren't entirely aware it was in your honor, but is that really the point?)

Well enough of this "Lisa-wishes-she-were-in-Scotland-and-is-living-vicariously-through-you" typical bullshit.  I am genuinely and legitimately psyched for you, and I hope -- no, I know -- you will have an unbelievably fabulous time.  Enjoy those lochs and glens!  Say hi to Jo Rowling (since obviously you'll be running into her all the time... it's a small country, after all).  And don't forget to write!   Else ye be a scurvy dog (sorry, couldn't resist).