Rocky, the kilt wore well. The only self conscious moment I had the whole night was sitting down in a tiered bench style seating up on the balcony. But I bluffed my way through it. ;-) The rest of the night I felt confident.

No negative comments were made to me. A couple of people were clearly curious and made small talk about it, but it was friendly.

There was one point in the night where I was pretty sure some people behind me were trying to sneak up behind me to get a peak and see if the rumors are true about kilts (some words overheard with correlating movements, etc.) Rather than make a scene I just quietly removed myself from that part of the room. Problem solved.

The most interesting kilt response was a young lady (pictured here ) who got a little overly enthused and being a happily married man I had to excuse myself from her company.

The fine lady next to me in that photograph is my friend's girlfriend. My wife wasn't with us so you won't see her in the pics.

My friends made some lighthearted cracks early in the evening to get more comfortable with the kilt. I expected harsher cracks but they never came. Later in the night, one of the bravest men I know, my buddy Lee tells me "Dude, all jokes aside, it takes some big b***s to wear a kilt in public. If you can do that and wear it proudly, you've got my respect." This is coming from one of the bravest guys I know, who walked out of Mogadishu with two bullets in him when one of our men fell out of a Blackhawk helicopter and things went crazy there. So it meant a lot to me to hear that from him.