Today I walked to the post office to mail my acceptance to Leeds, and I wore my Hunting MacLeod. Nothing odd about that, I walk around town kilted all the time. Of course, some times there's more reaction than others.

Today I got honked and waved at by a guy in a VW microbus, asked if I played the pipes at the post office, and pointed and laughed at by a guy in a military dress uniform.

The best was as I was walking back. I heard someone calling out behind me, it was a guy trying to identify the tartan. He mentioned he had seen a guy in a MacBeth tartan at the grocery a couple weeks back. Well, that was me, too So he invites me to the bar, which was a block back and where he had seen me from, and buys me a Guiness. We drank, talked about kilts, Scots, Celts, Romans, tartans, etc. for a while. All in all a good time.

Cheers,
Nick