Last night, Dewar's was in town and made a big to-do of a whisky tasting. So of course I went kilted We got there a little early; whilst waiting the Dewar's "ambassador", Gabe, saw me and broke away from his prep-work to applaud the attire, saying he wished more men would wear such clothing.

Throughout the reception, all the already-polite hostesses gave me an extra wide smile, as well as a few under the breath comments like "fabulous!". One lovely lass actually complimented my jacket (lovat green argyll) and made no mention of the kilt. She confessed she was from Scotland, but has been in Texas for the past twenty years. Considering she looked barely old enough to drink, that sadly meant she had no whisper of Scots on her tongue, though

During the presentation, the ambassador started talking about what people think of when they think of Scotland. When 'kilts' were mentioned, he asked me to come to the front of the congregation to demonstrate how a kilt "properly worn" should look And then proceded to ask me the question in front of a hundred people!!!

Afterwards, my mates and I were loitering outside the venue, and I was approached by a few gentlemen guests who just beamed and shook my hand before walking off. All in all, a nice evening for positive re-enforcement!