HELP! Kilt newbie needs advice to keep b***s off chairs!

[GMan]

This really is a sticky situation

[GMan]

This really is a sticky situation

[Mike n NC]

AAARRRGGGGGGHHHHH! Why do I feel like I just had it 'stuck' to me?
I guess some are just 'on a roll'.

Mike

[Mike n NC]

AAARRRGGGGGGHHHHH! Why do I feel like I just had it 'stuck' to me?
I guess some are just 'on a roll'.

Mike

[Mike n NC]

AAARRRGGGGGGHHHHH! Why do I feel like I just had it 'stuck' to me?
I guess some are just 'on a roll'.

Mike

[Magnus Sporrano]

OK the kilt drama for me has ended.

I am sending back the Amerikilt. Mike was really very gracious about it. I definitely want to pick up another Amerikilt from him now that I have a better idea of how high up I should be measuring for a kilt, and what my measurements should be.

The real stars of the day are Rocky and Kelly at USA Kilts. Yes, Kelly exists. She helped me out tremendously to match up the right accessories to my new kilts since I am color blind and also have a very dull fashion sense (my friends say I am retrosexual).

Rocky took my measurements and checked some things out and came up with a kilt that fit perfectly. I should have pics by morning, I hope, from my friends that I went out with tonight.

I walked to the train station, rode the R2 into center city Philadelphia, walked around a bit, had some Chinese dinner, and finally went to a concert at the Troc. Not a single negative comment was made. A few people did try to strike up conversation but kept it short. Train conductor asked if there was a scottish event going on in town and I just told him I found it to be comfortable for everyday wear. He looked surprised and asked for further explanation. I simply said I found it liberating and I think it might have been too much info. Bouncer at the Troc, making note of my wardrobe combined with the chilly November crisp in the air, said "Surely you must be cold up in there". Nope. Not at all. Just a little chill to the knees but I was quite comfortable.

While I was in the Troc, it was hard to hear complete sentences. I'm sure I heard people saying "kilt" to one another but couldn't make it out. I'm pretty sure one person was trying to position themselves to check the undercarriage on a dare but I simply walked away from that part of the room instead of starting something.

But the highlight of the evening has to be the young lady that wanted to be with the kilted man. She was dancing close to me earlier on, but kept getting closer. At one point she backed up into me, real close, then stepped up onto my steel toed boots. She started dancing right up against me and then I felt hands reach back. Woops! I'm a happily married man. Thanks for the dance but I'm not in it for breakfast, ma'am.

My buddy's girlfriend remarked halfway through the night that she thought it was sexy. I didn't ask her. She just blurted it out. She said that it commands attention when I walk into the room, and I definitely walk with a bit of a swagger when kilted.

That was very cool to hear. Fellas, I got the figure of John Goodman but I felt more like Russel Crowe tonight. Perhaps I was just in a very fertile environment to be wearing a kilt for the first night, since people at these sorts of concerts are prone to pushing the fashion envelope anyway, but I'd say the first night out was very positive.

The only time I felt uncomfortable at all is when my friends sat down in the second floor balcony, with bleacher-style seating. Sitting down is still a delicate operation, and I had a few hard ciders in me (good for the Troc... Woodchuck on tap!) plus one full one in my hand so the normal sweep & sit was problematic. Somehow I managed.

Anyway, like I said, pics coming soon. And once again, HUGE kudos to Kelly & Rocky @ USA Kilts for getting me kilted on very short notice. I would have just been another fat dude in the crowd if I had been wearing jeans tonight.

[Magnus Sporrano]

OK the kilt drama for me has ended.

I am sending back the Amerikilt. Mike was really very gracious about it. I definitely want to pick up another Amerikilt from him now that I have a better idea of how high up I should be measuring for a kilt, and what my measurements should be.

The real stars of the day are Rocky and Kelly at USA Kilts. Yes, Kelly exists. She helped me out tremendously to match up the right accessories to my new kilts since I am color blind and also have a very dull fashion sense (my friends say I am retrosexual).

Rocky took my measurements and checked some things out and came up with a kilt that fit perfectly. I should have pics by morning, I hope, from my friends that I went out with tonight.

I walked to the train station, rode the R2 into center city Philadelphia, walked around a bit, had some Chinese dinner, and finally went to a concert at the Troc. Not a single negative comment was made. A few people did try to strike up conversation but kept it short. Train conductor asked if there was a scottish event going on in town and I just told him I found it to be comfortable for everyday wear. He looked surprised and asked for further explanation. I simply said I found it liberating and I think it might have been too much info. Bouncer at the Troc, making note of my wardrobe combined with the chilly November crisp in the air, said "Surely you must be cold up in there". Nope. Not at all. Just a little chill to the knees but I was quite comfortable.

While I was in the Troc, it was hard to hear complete sentences. I'm sure I heard people saying "kilt" to one another but couldn't make it out. I'm pretty sure one person was trying to position themselves to check the undercarriage on a dare but I simply walked away from that part of the room instead of starting something.

But the highlight of the evening has to be the young lady that wanted to be with the kilted man. She was dancing close to me earlier on, but kept getting closer. At one point she backed up into me, real close, then stepped up onto my steel toed boots. She started dancing right up against me and then I felt hands reach back. Woops! I'm a happily married man. Thanks for the dance but I'm not in it for breakfast, ma'am.

My buddy's girlfriend remarked halfway through the night that she thought it was sexy. I didn't ask her. She just blurted it out. She said that it commands attention when I walk into the room, and I definitely walk with a bit of a swagger when kilted.

That was very cool to hear. Fellas, I got the figure of John Goodman but I felt more like Russel Crowe tonight. Perhaps I was just in a very fertile environment to be wearing a kilt for the first night, since people at these sorts of concerts are prone to pushing the fashion envelope anyway, but I'd say the first night out was very positive.

The only time I felt uncomfortable at all is when my friends sat down in the second floor balcony, with bleacher-style seating. Sitting down is still a delicate operation, and I had a few hard ciders in me (good for the Troc... Woodchuck on tap!) plus one full one in my hand so the normal sweep & sit was problematic. Somehow I managed.

Anyway, like I said, pics coming soon. And once again, HUGE kudos to Kelly & Rocky @ USA Kilts for getting me kilted on very short notice. I would have just been another fat dude in the crowd if I had been wearing jeans tonight.

[Magnus Sporrano]

OK the kilt drama for me has ended.

I am sending back the Amerikilt. Mike was really very gracious about it. I definitely want to pick up another Amerikilt from him now that I have a better idea of how high up I should be measuring for a kilt, and what my measurements should be.

The real stars of the day are Rocky and Kelly at USA Kilts. Yes, Kelly exists. She helped me out tremendously to match up the right accessories to my new kilts since I am color blind and also have a very dull fashion sense (my friends say I am retrosexual).

Rocky took my measurements and checked some things out and came up with a kilt that fit perfectly. I should have pics by morning, I hope, from my friends that I went out with tonight.

I walked to the train station, rode the R2 into center city Philadelphia, walked around a bit, had some Chinese dinner, and finally went to a concert at the Troc. Not a single negative comment was made. A few people did try to strike up conversation but kept it short. Train conductor asked if there was a scottish event going on in town and I just told him I found it to be comfortable for everyday wear. He looked surprised and asked for further explanation. I simply said I found it liberating and I think it might have been too much info. Bouncer at the Troc, making note of my wardrobe combined with the chilly November crisp in the air, said "Surely you must be cold up in there". Nope. Not at all. Just a little chill to the knees but I was quite comfortable.

While I was in the Troc, it was hard to hear complete sentences. I'm sure I heard people saying "kilt" to one another but couldn't make it out. I'm pretty sure one person was trying to position themselves to check the undercarriage on a dare but I simply walked away from that part of the room instead of starting something.

But the highlight of the evening has to be the young lady that wanted to be with the kilted man. She was dancing close to me earlier on, but kept getting closer. At one point she backed up into me, real close, then stepped up onto my steel toed boots. She started dancing right up against me and then I felt hands reach back. Woops! I'm a happily married man. Thanks for the dance but I'm not in it for breakfast, ma'am.

My buddy's girlfriend remarked halfway through the night that she thought it was sexy. I didn't ask her. She just blurted it out. She said that it commands attention when I walk into the room, and I definitely walk with a bit of a swagger when kilted.

That was very cool to hear. Fellas, I got the figure of John Goodman but I felt more like Russel Crowe tonight. Perhaps I was just in a very fertile environment to be wearing a kilt for the first night, since people at these sorts of concerts are prone to pushing the fashion envelope anyway, but I'd say the first night out was very positive.

The only time I felt uncomfortable at all is when my friends sat down in the second floor balcony, with bleacher-style seating. Sitting down is still a delicate operation, and I had a few hard ciders in me (good for the Troc... Woodchuck on tap!) plus one full one in my hand so the normal sweep & sit was problematic. Somehow I managed.

Anyway, like I said, pics coming soon. And once again, HUGE kudos to Kelly & Rocky @ USA Kilts for getting me kilted on very short notice. I would have just been another fat dude in the crowd if I had been wearing jeans tonight.