Never owned a kilt before 2007, but, as is said "There's always a first time!" So having sprung for a kilt I didn't want to tuck it away for next year's Scottish Games. Christmas at my parents' was the next kilt event as my brother called prior to say that he'd wear his if I did the same.
You must know that of the three competitors in the first McCullough Scottish Games, mysef, my brother, Paul, and a long-time friend Chuck Trader, only Chuck did not sport a kilt for the competition, though he gets kudos for that handsome plaid cap he wore all day. Two months ago I had the opportunity for yet another kilt showing when invited to dinner by Chuck and his wife, Miriam. We were to meet them at Bertucci's restaurant at 6:45PM on a usually busy Saturday evening. We were a little late arriving and I didn't see them in the waiting area so I asked the hostess if she'd seated the Traders. At that point they saw us and waved, so we walked over to the aisle that would take us to their table. When I turned the corner and Chuck saw the kilt, he could but bury his face in his hands.
Since then I've had weekly opportunity to don the plaid as I practice the heavy events on Sunday afternoons. Of all the events, the caber has been the occassional traffic-stopper.
My neighbor David tells me that the movie Braveheart has gone to my head, but I must disagree. Unlike the guys in the movie, I always wear gym shorts underneath the kilt. May it ever be so! Alba gu brath.
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