Just returned from my nieces wedding in Las Vegas, my first kilted vacation, (4)days with no pants or shorts even packed. On the flight to Vegas the slob I am tipped over a glass of soda, great part of my black denim UK was that it ran down the apron of the kilt to the floor instead of in my lap and on the seat. Just some water, good as new. On a overhead walkway from Caeser's Palace as I passed a group of young women one asked the usual 'what do you have on under your kilt'. My reply was the standard good girls/naughty girls one, after the giggles died down she yelled out for all on the walkway to hear 'well I'm a naughty girl'. That shocked me, even in Sin City, I was saved (or maybe not) by her friends who where in a hurry to get to a show. On the return trip I set off the magnitometer so had to 'step to the side' after a complete wanding the Vegas TSA agent asked 'what is that anyway' Told him it was a Utilikilt from Seattle, he asked 'are you Scottish; 'no just comfortable' was my reply. That sort of confused him, but he did say it looked good.
My only disapointment was that when dressing for the wedding I found that my new traditional kilt and kilt belt didn't fit. I should have tried things before leaving, I did loss a bit of weight in the last couple of months, must have had my head somewhere else when packing. I did have a clean Amerikilt, so things worked out anyway. I was glad as my nieces' two bosses, she is a lawyer, came expecting to see her uncle who wears kilts.
I would write how comfortable it is to wear kilts, but then we all know that already. It is the best way to travel.

Jack