Last night my fiancee and I had a couple of friends over to the house with plans to hang out and go out to dinner. I had on my black economy SWK with a maroon turtleneck and my black boots. We caught up on what all was going on with our lives, talked motorcycles for a while, and after playing a disastrous game of trivial pursuit we all decided to go out to get something to eat. As luck would have it, as soon as we sit down and the waitress asks for our drinks, my cell phone rings. It was work telling me I had to come in to go to a nursing home and then embalm. So the night was cut short, but I did get a little time out in the kilt, and had a good time doing it.

I am getting a little braver in going out kilted, and always enjoy it when I do.