Four Days Kilted!

[sorcererdale]

This is a first for me, I wore a kilt the last four days. I know, for some of you that is nothing, but this was my first time. We went to a church assembly for our Synod as delegates for our Lutheran church, arriving at the location about 2 1/2 hours from our home. I had on my black UK Survival most of the time. There were 333 Lutherans which included pastors (ministers) and even the Bishop of our Synod.

The first comment came at McDonalds from the 20'ish guy taking our order. He was very friendly and was even talking to us before we got to the counter to order. He then asked about my kilt. I gave him a UK card and he said, "I'd probably not wear one as I am not Scottish." I replied, "You don't have to be Scottish to be comfortable!" So there is a new answer I just came up with.

Throughout the assembly I did get some looks, but not really many comments. Once, the Bishop, who knows us, said that he loved the kilt. I wore the tan Mocker with off white socks, and flashes for the banquette, but no more comments. When the assembly was over on Saturday, and we were leaving, the event photographer stopped me and said, "I have to have a picture for the history of this assembly." I looked for a good background and just as I was standing there for the picture, the Bishop was walking by and he quickly came beside me, put his arm around my shoulder, and we both ended up in the picture. I thought that was pretty cool.

The Bishop then asked how many kilts I have, and I told him, two. But it did seem strange to me to NOT have ANY pants along at all. No shorts, no lounging around pants, or anything, just two kilts. But I loved it! When we got back we went right to a HS graduation. I did get a few looks there, but not many.

Today we had many different events. First was a wedding during our church service to some people who had both lost or divorced their spouse. One of their guests, an older lady, came up to me after and asked if I play the bag pipes. I always say, "I can't even play the radio." Then she talked about the kilt a bit and wanted to know why it wasn't "plaid."

Then we went to a funeral visitation for a guy who had been in my wife's class in school. No comments there, even if it was at a Jehova's Witness Kingdom Hall. (No comments please, this is about kilts.)

[edited in later, as I forgot this part: I went to get gas from a station and a car load of teen guys started tooting and yelling at me from their car parked at the next store. I thought they were going to say something stupid so wasn't really listening, when I heard as I put the pump nozzle into my car, "The station is closed!" I never have seen a gas station closed on Sunday before. I should of thanked them, but put the hose back and drove off.]

Then from there we went to our niece's graduation party which was in conjunction with 3 others. No comments, but a few strange looks. **I want more kilts! Someday it will happen.**