After piping out our former post commander (a decorated WWII Hurricane pilot; I piped "Flight of the Eaglets" and "Flowers of the Forest") at a memorial service last week, I went out for a pint with a mate to a local American Legion post. We'd inadvertantly crashed their Christmas dinner, and they requested a tune or two. I walked slowly around the tables piping Christmas carols in my RCL color guard uniform; Black Watch with spats, hose tops, hair sporran and dirk, with our regimental drone banner flying from my bass drone. They were delighted, and I drank for free that evening (Guinness no less); I still have a pocket full of drink chips.

That was by far the most enjoyable evening I've spent kilted so far this winter.