Good Talk

I often say "Good talk" at the end of a conversation when something very important has been shared. Then again I also have been known to say it sarcastically, particularly when someone doesn't hear my question or intentionally ignores me.

This first haiku goes out to Robin in Dublin, the other haiku is for someone who will remain nameless but hopefully not shameless.*

Cockburn Street haiku:

"Cockburn Street?" I asked.
"It's said Co-burn," he replied.
"Oh," I think, "Good talk."

Co(ck)burn street in Edinburgh is a lovely street despite its wince-inducing name. I recommend a pub called The Advocate if you find yourself close by and thirsty.

This next haiku is named after an acronym that refers the somewhat-necessary talk two people have when their relationship evolves. The aim is to Define The Relationship or at least establish that everyone is on the same page. I frequently use it as a verb (e.g. "They haven't DTRed yet.") but then again I'm not very mature.

DTR Haiku:

I bring it up but
Call waiting beeps. You go and
...don't return. Good Talk.

*And certainly not blameless.

Scottish Garb

Haiku about Scotland:

Tartan kilt, whiskey.
Can't feel the wind on bare knees.
Match made in heaven.

In case you are wondering, there WERE men on the streets in Edinburgh wearing kilts but it was not quite as hot-men-in-kilts as I thought it was going to be. And honestly I have not worn a skirt here in 2 months and I'm a girl - it's cool at best. I am just trying to give you weather perspective here.

But I also noticed emerging from pubs how unimportant the weather became, if you get my drift [makes drinking motion with hand].