Originally Posted by
Rex_Tremende
Last night I attended the graduation party for a friend who recently finished his Ph.D. Many of the guests were, to my disappointment, in jeans, and most were business casual. I was expecting something a little nicer, so I gussied up in my best kilt, the Douglas Modern heavyweight, white shirt with green and blue knotted cufflinks, striped tie matching the colors the kilt, the three-dog knot belt, cream hose with green flashes, shiney black dress shoes, and Rob Roy sporran. It's the most dressed up that I've ever been in a kilt since I started wearing them, and, frankly, I thought I looked pretty good. It was a nice party, and I'm glad I took the time and attention to look my best.
Now, some background: I live in an area with a substantial African-American population, and my kilted encounters with people from this community often come with a certain heightened attention and, let's say, unequal amount of amusement. One place where we often interact is the UDF (United Dairy Farmers) gas station/convenience store that is on my way home, where I may stop for a dish of ice cream after a long night of dancing or partying. In one example, one evening a woman laughed herself silly for a good five minutes or so after seeing me.
So, when I got there last night, two young ladies - teens, I think - were waiting for their milkshakes at the counter. They looked me up and down, and one of the girls tilted her head up to me and asked, "Why you got that on?"
"Because I went to a party tonight and I wanted to look nice," I answered, matter-of-factly.
"Well," she said in the most polite tone, "you look very sharp."
That so totally made my day.
Regards,
Rex in Cincinnati
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