My kilted week (almost)
As some of you may remember, I mentioned that my folks were coming into town for a visit. As I don't get to see them that often, I decided to take a little vacation to spend some time with them. I also decided that it would be a good week to take a vacation from trousers (for the most part.. more on that later)
I must say that after spending a week in kilts that putting trousers back on this morning was quite uncomfortable... But then we all knew that! 

I did want to share some of the encounters that I experienced whilst travelling around middle Georiga.
Friday's agenda included the Georgia Aquarium. On the way we stopped for breakfast at a little place in Snellville that caters to the locals. On entering a young man ran over to ask my what clan I was and wanted to chat about where to find a kilt... I sent him here of course. Once inside we ran into a group of body builders from the local Golds Gym. One of the guys quipped "where's your bagpipes??" to which I responded "under my kilt" the other guys at the table gave him a hard time the rest of the time we were there. Once at the aquarium we ran into a young lady who wanted to know what was under the kilt, but she would not ask me.... So she heads over to my wife to ask the question. My wife (who has been reading these threads with me for a while) answered "I suspect shoes and socks" The lady turned about 16 shades of red and my father spit up his coffee.
Trying to get inside, we had to go through a security check. As I approached the guy doing the wanding I quipped "be prepared, I am going to set this thing off like a Christmas tree" (You know, the buckles on the kilt, the big brass buckle on my Cavscout belt and the brass clips on the sporran hanger, not to mention the keys, cell phone and other items in the sporran) He said he had never seen a kilt up close before and I wound up slowing the line down just chatting with him.
Inside the aquarium was a riot, it was school field trip day and there were a bunch of kids inside, including a bunch of high school kids. This got comments from "cool kilt" to the girlie giggles. While walking through one exhibit, I had one of the young lady staff members come over and strike up a conversation during which this overweight, balding, old fart got propositioned!! I told the young lass that she might want to ask my wife for permission first at which ended the conversation!
All in all, it was a great experience.
More to follow.
"A veteran, whether active duty, retired, national guard or reserve, is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America", for an amount of "up to and including my life." That is honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it." anon
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