Sunday night I was playing 18thC music at Strawbery Banke Museum in Portsmouth and I saw a kilted staff member walking across the grounds. Of course, I had to go speak to him and I asked if there was a special occasion or if he just was kilted just because. The answer was the latter As he approached me, someone from outside of my vision said something to him that I didn't hear. His answer to that person was, with a big smile, "Oh your just jealous!" I hollered out, "Well I certainly am, because I'm not wearing mine". It was 1766 and I was dressed accordingly. Even though they were short they were still p*nts. We had a great conversation about kilts and fashion and such. It sort of made my night.
Bob