When I was in the service, before I got married, I used to take one of my kilts on every detachment I went on.
Most of these were overseas trips.
One of the best to my mind was a det to Belgium, and one weekend we went to Antwerp.
I was the only one in a kilt, and I was on the receiving end of a constant battery of negative comments from my colleagues (it was the military, so it didn't bother me in the slightest)
We were in an Irish bar at one point, they are all in a circle drinking.
I, on the other hand, am surrounded by a hen night from Cork.
Around 12 women, all of whom bear a striking resemblance to the girls from the Corrs.
While I spent the night getting drinks bought for me by beautiful women, (and ended up going back to the bridesmaids hotel to discuss what was worn under the kilt), they spent the night crying into their Guinness.