Last weekend I had to make an urgent two day one night long distance drive from Louisville to Staunton, VA, for the funeral of my closest first cousin who died of colon cancer (2 years younger than me and like my little sister, practically). Wife and boy did not make the trip due to its distance and the limited time I had in which to make it. (Sorry, Mac o Rath that I did not get in contact while there but it was an overnite trip and strictly family time for the whole 20 hours I was there). Anyway, I did the drive both ways kilted and any non funereal related time in my recently acquired handsewn tank in one of the family tartans, as I wanted to be comfortable on the drive (I was extremely so) and becasue my parents in particular wanted to see me in one of my kilts. Unfortunatley my smart-a$$ brother, who seems to be in constant competition with the rest of the family and the world for attention and praise (and has so for nearly all his 52 year old life), had to start making the skirt comments right off the bat, which happily most everyone else including me just ignored. I guess his funniest was the morning of the funeral when I was checking out of the hotel in my suit and tie (I did NOT attend the funeral events in my kilt as that would have detracted from the attention being appropriately centered on my cousin) so I was carrying it on a kilthanger to the car when my brother had to get in his biggest dinger---"hey brother, I think you are supposed to leave the curtains behind when you check out of a hotel". Got a chuckle from my brother in law standing nearby, and honestly from me as well, purely for the inventiveness of the comment (better than the usual skirt comments). I had to leave right after the funeral so I changed back into the kilt and golf shirt after the lunch and was ready for the drive back home, saying my goodbyes to all the family members I do not see anymore except at funerals and weddings. Got lots of looks from my father's generation but no ill comments, my mom and dad loved it (my dad loves that I am doing the family history tracing part of our heritage along with him, one grave marker at a time), my generation of siblings and cousins were all pretty nonchalant about the whole thing but did do a great job with my nieces and nephews and cousins in the generation behind, explaining what a kilt was and wy I was wearing it. All in all went I guess as expected. Pop took photos of me in the kilt, which he loved but would never wear himself. I cannot even get him to wear a flatcap in our family tartan---says he is just not a hat person.
So, save for one smarta$$ brother, who would have dinged me verbally for something else if I had not been kilted anyway, my only true problems remain with my wife, for reasons stated in an earlier post on this thread.

I sense more family events kilted in the future. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.