I thought this would be a fun and interesting topic. How did your life in a kilt begin? In all fairness, I posted this, I'll start.

About 5-6 years ago, a friend of mine was hired into a group that was to stage live-steel coreographed swordfights for a local renaissance faire around a script about the sword in the stone. A couple weeks in, one of the english knights quit, and my friend suggested me because of my martial arts training, I might pick up the fight coreography fast enough to make the performance dates. In the end I ended up a celt instead and made fast friends with our fight coreographer Tom, who was also our celtic chieftain. As many of you know, these renaissance festivals have some pretty kickin parties if you stick around after the day ends. Well, I wanted something nice, yet still in the spirit of the faire to wear for the festivities, and Tom suggested lending me one of his ancient kilts. I thought it was a grand idea and immediately tried it on for size. I loved it, and wore it proudly to the party where I showed of my Irish heritage by drinking everyone there under the table. In a kilt no less. Ah, the days of yore. I drank way too much in those days. I've since layed off the heavy drinking, but still love the kilts.