I've been in NC for about a month now, and have been out a few times for pints.

Last friday night I joined some (bifurcated) friends for a pub crawl on Franklin Street through Chapel Hill and parts of Carrboro.

It was a very... different... experience. I thought I was in Key West. If you're ever going to go to Chapel Hill in a kilt, let me warn you up front: do not be taken by surprise when a number of "single white men seeking same" show great interest in you, on more than a platonic level. Not just one or two. Lots.

Maybe the Utilikilt guys being so active in the gay/lesbian community has made them think that the kilt is an outward expression of being homosexual... I don't know... but apparently some of them thought that my nose ring was, too.

Some of my friends took this badly and very nearly started fights over it. Granted, I wasn't prepared for this sort of thing going on all night, but even though I don't swing that way I can't fault them for trying. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained", right?