So I attended a friend's birthday celebration the other night. Wore my beloved Sportkilt Works Hawaiian. Was a lovely California evening in a casual poolside setting. When I think it over, it was really my first time kilted at a social gathering outside the neighborhood.

While I was the only one kilted (having recieved approval and encouragement from my friend), the crowd of about 40 was quite mellow. I didn't feel out of place and was by no means the center of attention (well... except for the three young gentlemen who grilled my wife at length about the kilt and 'the question', one of whom gave me a very generous hug for someone I'd just met before they left the party later, thank you..)

The hostess greated me graciously and inquired as to the tartan and it's origins... got chatted up by a young lady who'd recently traveled to Ireland and Scotland, so we discussed heritage and tartans... her male friend was politely admiring, but reluctant: "it looks good, I like it, but I don't think I could wear one... you've got bigger ****s than I do to wear that.." The obvious reply was delivered with a wry smile and was well received...

And I did have several conversations that had nothing to do with what I was wearing...

but i digress...

Midway through the evening I was engaged in conversaton with the wife when I felt sudden and somewhat aggressive contact with my pleated areas! As I began to realize through my shock what was happening, the pressure seemed to increase and began to move towards an area that... shall we say presented the threat of even more invasive contact... all the while a slight draft warned me of a rising hem...





Shocked and surprised (ok, and somewhat amused), I instinctively stepped away before things went too far, then turned to the source of this invasion to find a very attractive young lady who immediatley denied all responsibility - "It wasn't me, it was him..." she said firmly and with a look of frustration...

It was an airtight alibi. Her hands were wrapped around the waist of and thus completely occupied with "him", a very wiggley toddler she was carrying through the crowd...

very wiggly with long legs and quite a reach...