Having gotten my MacKintosh Hunting resized by my kilt maker I was ready to strap it on. I've been on the road too much to get out and about kilted (kilts and grouse camp don't mix), but was presented with an opportunity. My wife's company has a large Christmas party every year. So kilted I would be.

As I had a bit of time before meeting my wife to go to the party I decided I'd stop in at the cigar bar for a drink and a smoke. Right away the kilt drew the attention of an attractive Irish girl at the bar which provided a few minutes of interesting conversation and a laugh.

Latter at the party I was accosted by an Irish gentleman who wondered why I was wearing a klt. He was quite insistent that he could never wear a kilt because he wasn't "entitled" to. I chose not to educate him, and doubt he'd have believed me anyway.

Got plenty of compliments, and have been assured by a few wives that next year their husbands will be kilted.