So, I mentioned back in March sometime that my hubby Christopher wore his kilt the first time in public to the North Texas Irish Festival in Dallas. After that, we went to a pub in a smaller town near us and had some scotch. The waiter took a few minutes to realize that Christopher was wearing a kilt and he ended up being the first to ask The Question as well as why was he wearing the kilt.

So tonight, for some reason we decided we wanted to go out for a scotch. We went back, and I nearly chuckled when I saw that same waiter turn around and greet us. He remembered us because of the kilt (but Christopher wasn't wearing it tonight)!

I think the D/FW kilties need to visit this place sometime. Actually, I'm not sure they would know what to think. There were some weird stares that night, but it sure would be fun to mess with a few heads. Not just seeing one person in a kilt, but several. Heheh!

Well, I need to go, I'm enjoying a glass of single malt and the hubby is making us a late snack of some chips with a curry sauce he's whipping up.

(oh, and hubby put the kilt on for me when we got home... woohoo!)