What a glorious weekend to be wearing a kilt!

My wife and I spent Easter weekend on BC's Vancouver Island. We flew out there to meet the daughter I had given up for adoption 20 years ago. The reunion went very well, we all had a great time. To go from being childless to "dad" so suddenly is an incredible feeling.

The weather was so nice I decided to wear my Black Watch Bear kilt on Saturday. My daughter thought it looked pretty cool, as did my aunt & uncle whom we stayed with. I was a bit worried about my uncle's reaction to the Black Watch tartan as he's a Dublin-born Irish Catholic. He thought it looked just fine.

We spent the entire day running around Victoria with my daughter, then back up to Nanaimo for supper. Within the first hour I had forgotten that I was in the kilt, and never heard a single comment or saw any odd looks at all. Same thing on Sunday. I even wore the kilt for the flight home. Very comfortable. The only comment was from the ticket agent, who said it looked nice and asked why I was all dressed up. 8)

All in all it was probably the most memorable weekend of my life.