Either This House is Tiny or I'm Just Huge!

[S Mitchell]

Well, I'm tall, but I'm not that tall!

After reading several threads about wearing the kilt to Disneyland, I decided to wear mine to the park earlier this week. I wore it all day on Tuesday and again on Wednesday evening.

By and large, I was ignored, which is perfectly fine. I got a couple of quick, passing compliments and some nice remarks. A tourist from Asia asked if I'd pose for a photo with her and her daughter. A couple of folks mentioned the heat (it wasn't too bad). A very young girl from Scotland gathered her courage and politely asked if I was from Scotland - I felt bad telling her I wasn't.

I had some nice, brief conversations with a few different cast members who said nice things to me about it. One insisted I go find Merida and get a photo with her, but, evidently, Merida wasn't working that day. I kept my eyes open for OC Richard around New Orleans Square, but I didn't see him. I figured if our paths had crossed, he'd for sure have seen me.

As for the rides, the kilt wasn't an issue. I avoided the water rides but had no problems with the Tower of Terror, Star Tours, Indiana Jones, the Teacups, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, the Jungle Cruise, Soaring Over California, and others which I can't recall at the moment.

The best part of going kilted to Disney, though, is the sporran. It's far superior to pockets in terms of safely securing one's valuables!