A couple of weeks ago I went to visit some old friends in L.A. Once I got there, I learned he had obtained an invite for us for a place called The Magic Castle. The bad news was there was a dress code, and I hadn't packed for it.
So, I picked up a dark grey shirt, black tie and borrowed a jacket.
Here's what I was able to throw together. The kilt is more olive than it apears in the picture. Also keep in mind that if I had access to my own closet, I wouldn't pair those boots and an oversized jacket. But as a last minute "improvised" wardrobe, I thought it wasn't too bad.
Here's our group:
Once he saw me, our ticket-holding host nervously informed me that kilts were NOT ALLOWED, and he had seen a kilt wearer turned away before.
Well, when we got there, the doorman didn't give me a second look. Either he just didn't bother to look below my tie, or (as I prefer to believe) the company got so much grief for discriminating against a kilt that they changed their policy.
I'd like to think that some unknown kilt-wearer helped blaze the way for me that night. Whoever you are, thank you!!
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