Just a fun little experiance whilst kilted.

A couple weeks ago my Lady and I went to Wisconsin to see the New Orleans Jazz Orchestra at the Weidner Center (excellent concert, btw!). Before the show we went upstairs to get some coffee. I was wearing my green PK, cream hose, and a nice sweater, so not particularly dressed up but looking nice.

There were several ladies behind the counter, and the first question was actually about my eyewear (Being the eccentric fellow I am, I have a silver monocle I made, because I hate regular glasses. It's just for reading, but I had it in at the time.) So initially they were asking me about that.

Then one of them asked if I was in the performance. That caught me a little off gaurd, so I said no, I wasn't. She said she was curious because I was wearing my bagpipe skirt. (I suppose it's possible she wasn't aware that it was a jazz band playing that night. There are a couple celtic based groups playing later in the season.) So that got us talking about the kilt.

When we went back downstairs the head barristra thanked me for "being so good natured while being grilled."

(This was also my first time kilted outside the UP, much less Michigan).

It was indeed a thouroughly enjoyable evening.