Well,

Today I decided to wear my new USA Kilt out and about for the first time. It's the first time I've worn one in a casual setting since I was a young lad. Have to admit, I was a little nervous about public reactions, which is funny since I tend to dress ala indie rock - tight jeans and tighter t-shirts, tattoos, the whole bit. However, when it came down to wearing the kilt, there was a little anxiety, but I did it anyway. And it was fine, nobody really even took a second look, except for a car of Italian guys who drove by and yelled out....a three letter word that starts with an "f" ends in a "g" and sounds like "hag". Any guesses? I think you know the word I'm talking about. That's what I get for living in Little Italy and sportin' a kilt Hey, didn't the Romans where tunics??? Hmmm.

Other than that, the "experience" was fine. It was a nice warm day with a light breeze. I couldn't get over how much cooler the kilt was to wear as opposed to my jeans. Down with pants!!! Up with kilts!!!!!