Being a piper, I can't actually remember the first time I went out kilted without my pipes, but since I'm kilted coming and going to an event/performance/parade/games, etc., the in between stops are quite humorous. I had done a wedding and decided to stop for lunch on the way home. I never stopped to think about what I was wearing and was brought up short when the wee lass behind the counter started openly flirting with me. She eyed me up & down and smiled the whole time I was there. I never considered my kilt a 'babe magnet', but I guess I should. I smile whenever I think about that. I really should strap one one more often . . .

Slàinte!,

Jon