The First 3 Weeks

[Space Moose]

I've had my 8oz [er edit that, 8yd 16 oz] traditional for 3 weeks now over the holidays and I've already worn it out 4 times. Considering I've been on vacation and haven't really gone out much more than 4 times, that's quite a bit. However the surprising thing is that it feels that I've only worn it infrequently. I'm glad that I'm going to be getting a lot more mileage out of it than I'd originally suspected.

The first two outings were my and the Special Lady Friend's office Christmas parties on the Friday and Saturday at the begining of the month. I must say that I had some butterflies before walking into my party on the Friday, but I was really looking forward to it, as I knew I'd knock 'em dead.

Well, my entrance couldn't have been scripted better. We were a little bit late getting to the party, and I walked through the doors to the room at the UBC Golf Club just as the COO (and Co-Founder) of my company was wrapping up her speech. I walked through the doors stage right at the moment she was saying "So, without any further ado..." 200 or so heads swiveled to me and I got to strut in with my lovely lady. The COO paused a bit as she saw me and finished up, "...lets all enjoy our dinner". It was absolutely classic.

I got lots of comments and compliments through the night, with many of my coworkers asking The Question. I usually replied with what's becoming my standard response (accompanied with an insinuously raised eyebrow): "Well, how warm are your hands?"

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The second outing was the next night at Jude's office party. She now works at a very swank medical office, and the party was at the Terminal City Club in Vancouver. Think of a yacht club, but for people that own businesses instead of yachts. The dinner had a jacket and tie dress code, and until 27 hours before the dinner, I'd not owned a jacket in my life.

Needless to say, in a crowd of men wearing suits, I was noticed. The dinner was in the main dining room, and most of the patrons were in their Autumn and Winter years. I had numerous compliments with the ladies attending and several nods from the men. One gentleman called to his friend and said "see Bill, you should have worn your kilt!"

There was much jubilation and libation in our party, and the topper for the night was when the wife of the head doc was taking a keen interest in the fabric and sewing of my pleats. All curiosity was perfectly scientific I'm sure.

Here's a pic of us at that party:



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The final two outings, Jude insisted I wear the kilt (twist my rubber arm), and I wore a more casual ensemble. I have a nice black button down shirt which I wore with a belt and my same semi-dress sporran. Same charcoal hose (sans flashes though).

The first of these was a christmas party of our friends where I was monopolized by the women (a couple of which vowed to get their fellas in a kilt), and envied by the men.

And the last was a couple days ago where we went to the Jazz Cellar with some of Jude's friends to hear some jazz flavoured Christmas carols. I was a big hit with her friends, one of whom took a shine to my legs and got permission from jude to take a bite on one of my calves. I was happy to oblige.

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So, after 3 weeks, not only do I feel like a million bucks wearing my kilt, I'm beginning to realize that many women get a bit daffy when they see a man in a kilt, and I like it!

Craig