The original plan was to be kilted at our daughter's wedding. As I am not a fan of wearing suits, this had been long running, serious commentary. She finally committed to the idea, by telling me, "Okies". The exact words from her text message. So, I rented my kit from Celtic Croft. & Did the Keep the Kilt option. Wool blend kilt, Johnstone tartan. Half of the family has links to Scotland & North Ireland. The Johnstone, via my Grandmother's side. She was around forever (died in her sleep, on her 106th birthday!). Teacher in a one room schoolhouse in Oklahoma (at 16 or 17). Later a chocolate candy dipper, business owner, accountant for the small family farm/ranch, sharp investor, et cetera. It seemed like a good way to keep her in the memory.
Anyway, daughter decided that my black suit was a better choice. She feared comments from her c-workers. Bleedin' techies. I went to the rehearsal dinner kilted. The UK contingent (groom's family) thought it was quite normal, & gave me a standing ovation. The group of Japanese businessmen, at the next table, all stood up & bowed. Just what an introvert needs. The soon to be in-laws, tried to get #2 to change her mind, to no avail. Wedding time was 99 degrees @ 5:00 pm (2 months before, & about 15 miles from the 2017 Pleasanton Gathering & Games, 115 degree meltdown). I would have been more comfortable kilted.
Twaddle ends.
Steve
Last edited by Baeau; 27th September 18 at 01:33 PM.
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