My first real outing (other than a St. Patrick's Day party at the house) was this past weekend at the Games in Enumclaw, WA. Of course, walking around in a kilt in front of a bunch of strangers at the games was easy, but I had to stop to get gas on the way home. I went into the store to pay and the guy behind the counter looks at me and says, "I dig it." Not much of a story, but it felt nice to get that positive reinforcement.

My wife has been very understanding and thinks it looks good on me. We went together to the games on Saturday (with her mother), but I went with a friend on Sunday. She pre-approved me to get a lovat blue argyle jacket to wear in the cooler weather. Nice to have support. I need to take her out to dinner in style one of these nights.

By the way, her mother's maiden name is Robertson, so she had on a hunting Robertson sash, and her mother had an ancient Robertson sash.