This weekend my family and I went to see Spamalot in Las Vegas. While I as in line at the concessions stand, one of the ushers, who had already chatted me up about my kilt, approached me and said that there were some gentlemen who would like to meet me. She proceeded to introduce me to three guys from Scotland on holiday. They were very polite and friendly. They told me that they had gone out in their kilts the previous night, and they said that they were very pleased to see a man wearing a kilt, and very impressed to see a man wearing a kilt right.

That really made my weekend.