So, Chris mentioned that my blogs are scientific (or boring), so I figured I would tell you all a story of Forfar. The land of our ancestors, Forfar, was visited yesterday to meet the people and experience the famous Forfar Bridie (steak and Ale pie). We got into town and found out that all of the bakeries were closed, so we walked around and found a restaurant open, which had an interesting tartan ceiling. After we ate our food the guys waited outside for the ladies to finish; I had meat pie and fried haggis balls. Outside across the street a policewoman was giving tickets to a bunch of kids; I think for underage drinking. Nicole and Felicia finally got out of the restaurant and ended up taking some pictures in front of the restaurant. At this same time one of the drunk kids and a drunk twentysomething came up to us asking for money. The older guy stood right in the middle of our picture asking Devin for money and then Devin in an accidental Scottish accent told him,"Excuse me, we are taking pictures," so the guy got pissed about the bad Scottish accent and told Dev if he was getting cheeky with him. So, Devin again responded, unaware, in a Scottish accent and told him again that he was taking pictures of his friends. At this point in time his friend started mouthing off and told Devin to go #@&# his friends. Lucky for this guy Scott and I both were paying attention to the other guy and didn't hear him. So we all started to walk off. Then we heard one of them yell, "TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS YOU @#$%!," and Scott turned around to this guy mooning him in the street. So...that was Forfar. Great meat pie and haggis balls. Right now we are in a pub in Aviemore and we will be visiting the Glenlivet distillery tomorrow. Hope everyone is doing well.