After our journey into the country, Meg and I decided to stay a bit closer to home today. Luckily, one of her former co-workers at the Smithsonian had given her a gift certificate for high tea at the Fairmont Resort and Hotel just outside of town as a "going away and wow you're going to Scotland" present. This place is pretty ridiculous. Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures of the outside or the grounds, but you should totes check out their website and consider staying their next time you're in Scotland and have a few hundred/thousand extra pounds laying around.
http://www.fairmont.com/standrews
Now as some of you know, I love me some tea. (I really wish being a tea-totaller meant something else.) And if there's one thing that I love just about as much as tea, it's complex carbohydrates smothered in sugary fruit or fatty dairy spreads. Therefore, a meal of tea, tiny pastries, and scones with clotted cream and jam was basically the best thing I'd ever eaten. Meg enjoyed the savory sandwiches, too, but I was all about the stuff that had no redeeming nutritional value. The setting was this cozy little room furnished with tartan-covered pillows and very comfortable sectional couches as well as old prints of golf and highland hunting scenes on the walls. After leaving the hotel totally satisfied, we walked down to the golf pro shop in about 30 mph winds in order to take in a fantastic view of the courses, which overlook St. Andrews's skyline. It's not until you get out of the town itself are you able to realize how strikingly beautiful it's skyline is.
We arrived at the Fairmont about half an hour early and explored what it had to offer. Not particularly impressed by the 80's video game console in the "teenage chill-out room," we moved next door to the "kids entertainment room," where we were delighted to find this air hockey table. As we started playing, a little Scottish girl ran in to the room beaming with excitement. Once she saw that the table was occupied though, she let out an audible "aaaaaaaw," and sulked over to the ring toss. I'm glad that Meg and I were able to provide her with a valuable lesson: life is full of disappointments, and more often than not you're stuck with a crappy ring-toss instead of a bomb-ass air hockey table.
Every friggin picture; she looks good in EVERY PICTURE. It's just not fair!! Also, that big white blob behind the scones is clotted cream, and it currently residence in my clotted arteries.
This time my eyes were open, but only because Meg taking a picture of me triggered the same reaction that a startled raccoon has when some dude opens his garage door to find it rummaging through the garbage. Awesome; thanks, I love you baby.
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