The fetching Mrs. Birddog and I went last night to dinner and then Jack Quinn's Irish Pub, to see Big Paddy play. Right off the bat, some nitwit wants to confront me about my kilt, insisting on calling it a dress, while I'm trying to take care of business! Definately broke the three word rule in the bathroom! But, after that, the night went great. Had a lot of good comments, the ladies around loved the kilt, one a little too much; tried to kilt check me right in front of the wife! She wasn't terribly happy about it, but realizes that it can happen in a pub. Pictures will follow after I get off of work.