A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of hosting my brother and his fiance' and some other friends at the two day Breeder's Cup horse races at Louisville's Churchill Downs. I only went kilted to the second day but it turned out to be a grand day, and I even won several of my bets, at least breaking even between my betting and my eating and drinking (and that of my wife).

Wore my olive green/blue box check jacket and vest, pinpoint stripe blue shirt, orange pattern tie, Dutch Friendship Tartan tank, ancient red (orange) hose ith burnt orange flashes, black brogues, black leather/brown xxxxfur semidress sporran with black belts, and navy diced balmoral. Unfortunately my brother popped the photo before I had a chance to hike my kilt back up after it slipped down my gut while climbing the steps to our seats (third tier box in the middle of the home stretch).



Got a lot of looks, too many to count requests for photos, a lot of compliments, and one idiot who said "Irish, huh?" to which I responded, "No, American". Did not make it on the ESPN highlights this year though.