My wife and I traveled last weekend to Long Island from our home near Washington, DC. My wife's cousin's son was getting married. My wife asked me NOT to wear my kilts during the weekend. She felt it was best not to detract from the attention given the happy couple, and as she said "You know my Aunt Sylvia!" Sylvia is an 80 year old woman, with an extreme sense of what is proper and improper, and no hesitation to make a large loud and unpleasant scene at a family gathering. I had already thought this through and decided to wear my khaki Flamingo kilt for the actual trip (I was driving), for comfort, and be bifurcated the rest of the weekend. The wedding and reception itself was black tie optional, so I had rented a tux.
When we got to the country club where the wedding was being held, Sylvia took one look at me and called out "Where's your kilt?" My wife's loving (sarcasm) sister-in-law had taken photos from my 60th birthday party, with me in my USA casual Thompson Gray, and shown them around. The sister-in-law thought I looked silly. Sylvia just said she had never seen someone in a kilt and yarmulka (Jewish skullcap) and wanted to see it in person. I just remarked that both were my clothing, I wear kilts, and I wear yarmulkas, so the two together seem normal to me. Anyway, I wore the kilt (and my yarmulka) to the family breakfast the next morning. Only a few brief questions/comments, and we went on to talk about the economy, politics and criticize the relatives that didn't show up (grin). Oh well, next year when the sister of the groom gets married I should have my 16 oz wool Leatherneck, and I'll get a formal jacket and come in that.

Geoff Withnell