Well, this evening I boldly sallied forth in my olive drab UK Original to a birthday party for my biggest client at a bar in Golden. Interesting, to be sure.

All, and I do mean all, of the females in our party went absolutely ga-ga over the kilt - and a couple of them were positively shameless when it came to "The Question!" I did get even with them, however. LOL!

One pusillanimous twit in the men's room thought something was extremely hilarious, though I declined to inquire of him as to what was tickling his funny bone. I simply chuckled at the poor fellow's difficulty in operating a zipper whilst soused. One serving-wench said, "Nice dress!" I might have been offended had she more of a figure than a 2x4. Hey, life sucks when you're ugly. Tough beans. Be gracious about it. No need for the attitude.

I was informed by my client that I was turning heads everywhere (large crowd, live band playing) but I don't really notice such things much. One woman, when she found out what I do, wanted me to paint a house for her - a tall house, mind you, that would involve ladder work. And only if I wore the kilt.

I think I'm on to something here.... Remember that UK commercial?


Cheers, dudes!