Well, here it goes. I've only worn it around the house and finally went out to eat with a friend before St. Pat's day. We went to a familiar Irish public house and sat, ate and talked for a while. Mostly stares, however as the night wore on people began to become more bold.

On my way to the restroom, one older lady with a group stopped me (all wearin' green) were drinking quite heavily and asked me what clan I was from. We had a nice conversation about the Irish and Scots. I was polite and talked to them quite a bit. After my "wee" break, I stepped out and almost bumped into a lady right out of the women's restroom (also a heavy drink, based on her actions the rest of the night). She commented on the kilt and kept tellin me that I look like the mayor of St. Louis. (which I don't, again, drunk.) I also had one young girl stop and say she like my kilt and talked for a little while as well.

I had not a problem. Unfortunately for me, I had to do some shopping a local discount department store (aka-Walmart) to pick up a few items. A group of girls of a different ethnicity than me, was snickering to themselves, but the closer I came, the LOUDER the laughter. I took it in good stride though. A couple of boys told me it was cool. A guy in the check out line had me go in front of him, because in his words, "It takes more of a man to wear a kilt". This of course did not top the night for me.

On my way home, I had to stop by the gas station to fuel the vehicle. As I stepped out a group of girls in their car had just pulled up, they were also celebrating the Irish day the best way they could think as well. You know where I'm going with this. As soon as I start walking to the cashier to pay for the gas one of the girls ask me to come over. So I walk over, and the typical "are you Irish" "are you wearin’ anything underneath" etc. I put up with her for a little while and tell her to be careful, don't drive if you had too much to drink. That is when she asked me to meet her for St. Patty’s day at the parade or at the public house. At which I showed her my ring and said "Happily Married". Nonetheless, it made me feel okay for my first time. I'm sure it was the power of the kilt (marred with the beer) or maybe that just makes it more irresistible.

Well that was it. Told the wife about it, she just laughed, she knows me all to well.