The last time I saw another person in a kilt was about a month ago. I was outside with Winston (the newest family addition, a Shih Tzu) waiting for him to poop. In the distance I hear bagpipes. The sound get's closer and I realize it's not just ANY bagpipes, it's "The Wicked Tinkers." Within moments a famliar red Celica whips into my parking lot. Out hops my cousin Billy (red2drcelica) in his brand new Ireland's National casual from USAK.

Other than us, I've not seen another kilt in town. Special occasion or no.