Disheartening

[meinfs]

I had a beer with a friend at a local neighborhood pub last night (Colonel Brooks Tavern). (The first time since I started wearing kilts). Nice place- live swing music, lots of older folks. I got a "nice kilt" comment from one of the patrons.

Anyway, we decided to check out two other nearby bars - one seems closed (no one was there and there were no signs outside that indicate business hours--- weird!). The next one was open, we went in. Alas, they were closing up for the night - a few people were still there though. This was 9:45 pm. Their business hours sign says open till midnight. The area was particularly dead that night - no college kids out and about on a Tuesday night.


So we both turned and started walking back to the car and then a bunch of guys loitering around (about 30 feet away; which we had passed by earlier) in the parking lot started calling out "skirt, no skirts in this bar" and talking and laughing about and singing "skirt" blah, blah, blah, "skirt." "skirt"·\ ........"skirt."


Seeing no point in confrontation, I just carried on and continued to converse with my friend who was kind enough to walk with me all the way to my car because he thought it'd be safer if we stayed together. (My friend had just had a benign tumor in a foot surgically removed last week and I was visiting with him.)

It was more disheartening than scary but I weathered it. And this ain't stopping me from wearing my kilt especially to bars and pubs.