My kilted forays have increased, so the adventure continues........ I met a charming young couple at a recent BBQ event. I was not kilted at the time, but I did mention that I own one, and really just in passing. As the evening wore on we talked and laughed, and just really got along famously. They then presented me with an invitation to attend a "Full Moon Masquerade" being hosted by their friends on Wednesday last. It was not necessarily a costume party, they simply asked everyone to wear a mask........the more elaborate, the better. The young man owns a limousine service, so he offered to take my ladyfriend and me to the party in the stretch limo. The driver's girlfriend and another friend of ours joined us so we four sat in the back drinking champagne and enjoying the ride. I felt it was a perfect opportunity to wear my formal Prince Charlie and Gordon tartan, complete with sgian dubh, furred sporran, black tie, etc. I looked magnificent (I'm modest too!), and my friends loved it. I wore a plain white eye mask. We walked into the party filled with strangers and were immediately the center of attention (I wonder why?). Everyone came up to me asking why I was dressed the way I was and I simply replied, "I'm wearing a rather boring mask, so I thought I'd dress it up a bit". Then I was peppered with The Question, over and over again. I was running out of whitty remarks! The hostess, who I did not know, came up to me, welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, and immediately stuck her hand up under the back of my kilt. I instinctively pulled away, then she spun around and announced "He's not wearing any!". I came back at her and said, "Okay, my turn", and she ran away giggling. I was complimented all night but when I would tell someone I wasn't Scottish, everyone thought it odd. The crowning blow was when I was standing there talking to some people I'd just met with my back to a table full of other partiers, the host (husband of the lifter) came up behind me, grabbed my kilt and nearly lifted it over my head. Mind you, I have never met any of these people before. Unfortunately, I was wearing boxers, but from now on, I'm going to go regimental. I may even have an obscenity tattooed on my butt cheeks! I was tempted to react negatively, but I just spun around and asked everyone if they enjoyed the show. My new friends were appalled and apologized for the ignorance of the host and hostess and suggested that we leave. We limo'd over to a couple of local nightspots and had a fun balance of the evening. I was even told by two ladies how handsome I looked, followed, of course, by The Question. By that point I just said, "What would you like me to tell you?". This experience just makes me want to wear my kilt more often, and the right way............regimental.
Cheers!
RB