Karen and I attended my company's Christmas party this evening. I decided to brave the elements and go kilted. "Brave" because the outside temperature was -25C with a -40C windchill. For some reason the phrase "Brass monkeys" kept running through my head all night.

This was the first time any of my co-workers have seen me kilted. It went over quite well, for the most part. I got a number of positive comments, "aren't you cold?" questions as well as a few "the question" remarks. Everything was handled with humour and everyone had a great time.

The interesting part happened when I got not only my first, but my second kilt check! This was something that's never happened to me before. (See Grant, you still may get your turn! ) The first happened while standing in the dessert lineup. I felt the back of my kilt lift and turned to find a rather attractive woman quickly removing her hand. The only thing I could think of to say was "I hope your hands are warm!". We shared a laugh and had a nice chat while in the lineup.

The second check happened when a rather drunk male co-worker lifted the side of my kilt. He was sitting at a table with his parents and his uncle, and I looked at him and said, quite loudly, "Hey, you told me you liked women, not guys! Is there something you want to tell everyone here?". He turned eighteen shades of red and everyone at the table howled with laughter. I doubt it will ever happen again.

All in all, a pretty decent evening. Here's a quick pic of us from tonight...