MY family and I were staying at a hotel where my folks had prepaid for rooms for our incoming family.
Two of my aunts were there,my cousin,two of my sisters and their children.They all loved it and it brought some talk of some of our family history,which is mostly Welsh.But I digress,some of the female staff from the hotel seemed to really enjoy my kilt as I caught some glimpses of some approving looks and later had some friendly dialog.So on the way to the wedding I wore my kilt (Hunting Stewart) and brought my nice suit
with me.wearing my kilt I mingled with the guests and chated with the piper.Shortly before the wedding my sister and I saw each other at a distance but we were unable to talk as she was wisked away to the back of the church. I then quickly changed back into my suit as per her wish.Now as to the reason for this long story is that when I saw my sister at the reception she told me if she new how good I would looked in my kilt she would have asked me to wear it. But I don,t regret not wearing it because I love my sister and it was her day,but if she ever renews her vows you all can be assured Prince Charlie, animal head sporran,and maybe a flying plaid will be in order.

Good luck,and were with you either way.

Dave