Another night out on the town last night. No pictures, though. I played designated driver for some women who wanted to drink. I wore my new FC in MacPherson Modern for the event. Started with dinner at Gurley Street Grill, one of the better restaurants in downtown Prescott, followed by beer and wine at the Raven Cafe, where a great band was playing.

I'm standing at the bar and I feel someone tug on the back of my kilt. It's a blond with a heavy British accent. She was a Swedish woman who moved to England years before to be a nanny. She wants to know what my tartan is. She was pleased to know that I knew what it was. She said that she had talked to another kilt wearer earlier. When she asked him what his tartan was he told her it was a kilt. He didn't know what a tartan was, she said, and didn't know they had names.

The evening was capped off perfectly when we got pulled over by the police just around the corner from home. Turned out the license plate light on Red_Raven_Studios car was out.

Still a good night.