My first kilt check happened this weekend when I went up to Guernville, CA for a relaxing weekend and to see the Parade of Lights that goes down their one main street.

I was standing there with a friend cheering on the various floats, wearing my heaviest of kilts and (thankfully) a white pair of insulated underwear, amung various other layers. We stood near an older drunken couple who we met thanks to the conversational piece wrapped around my waist. She asked about my "plaid skirt" and he corrected her with a wink to me that I was wearing a kilt. He was Irish and apparently knew these things. So we all hung out together for the parade. Before we parted ways, however, at the end of the parade, she looked at my friend (a woman), and grabbed the bottom of my kilt and up it went!

Thank God for long johns!

Once the kilt was down, her husband reprimanded her with 'that was very rude!" and I laughed it off. Her response was "I had to... I always wanted to do that and now I can say I have."

Slightly mortifying considering the whole town was out and about with lots of kids running around, nevermind it was in the low 30s....