I was volunteering at the blues fest here in Fort Smith, Arkansas last weekend. I wore my black x-kilt for the Friday night festivities. After all the comments and more than one hug from a cute lass, my buddy asked if I had one of "those things" that he could wear Saturday. So I grabbed my grey UK and hooked him up. So here he is in his kilted debut... Pizza Boy!! It was horrifically hot that day and he found one of the benefits of being kilted when a slight breeze did come up. He liked it even more when he saw what the power of the kilt did to his girlfriend.