So I went out last night in my new Mercy kilt in the Royal Stewart tartan. It was a little too light to handle the quick whipping winds through my neighborhood but it was still comfortable.

I passed by people all bundled up freezing to death and I'm walking by as if I'm the warmest peson in the world. One group of teenagers stared at me in disbelief and one guy said, "Dude...it's cold!"

"Not for me," I responded.

I got on the subway and made my way into midtown and got more than a few compliments on my kilt but more questions about, "Aren't you cold in that?"

Truth be told, I was a little cold. It wasn't a heavy kilt but I wasn't freezing my butt off. On the good side, even with all of the wind, the kilt really didn't fly up and stayed in place. All in all a good night and lots of fun....the looks that I got were great...