It all happened way too fast!

[Strings]

Mine was at the BACA International Conference 2006 in Arkansas. Had a female member dropto the floor, pull the hem of my UK forward to get her look, then get up to walk away. Yes, there was alcohol involved. Funny part was, she would NOT make eye contact the rest of the weekend...

Ever since then, I've gotten VERY quick at catching the kilt as it rises...

[ggibby]

Maybe it's because I've been 'that kilted guy' for over ten years, but I've been hem-lifted too many times to count. And not predictably.

Guys, gals, strangers, friends, usually old enough to know better. Probably photographic evidence around somewhere, too.

My reaction just depends on circumstances. As I'm always regimental, everyone gets the same show, but I have less patience for sober people in groups. Ladies get smiles more often, but also "OK, now it's my turn!" which tends to set them straight.

Living in New Orleans means the party atmosphere is common, and intoxified tourists are a bit more of a problem, but also I've learned that for costumed occasions to switch to trousers. It reminds people that I consider kilts as clothing, and short-circuits the curiosity and slack behaviour of such times.