My wife and I were getting ready to go out last night and a few of her girlfriends/ our co-workers came by so we could drive together. We were headed out for dinner and a "few" wonderful microbrew porters (yum) at a local pub.

I came into the kitchen to chat before we left and one asked "where's your kilt?" I just stared blankly. I wear kilts often but had no idea that it had become a norm for me.

The rest of the women let loose with similar questioning. Talk about being in a cage of magpies...they gave me no chance to respond to their rapid fire questioning...anyway...

I went up to the bedroom to change and then they started yelling up thier suggestions for which tartan, hose shirt etc etc. Echos of "Oh i LIKE that one" or "He looks good in that..."

So I let them choose for me.

MacLaren Modern, thick dark green hose, yellow garter flashes, off white wool sweater, boonies, leather day sporran with rose embossed on the flap and pewter rose 'button'.

I came down...they all agreed that NOW I looked suitable for the evenings events.

My wife took her MacLaren plaid and wore it as a scarf. She said she wanted no question as to which woman I belonged.

We headed out for a wonderful night of good food, good beer and great friends.