Over at Bou's she had a post about her Da and a night out with a Scottish gathering for all things Scottish. It reminded me of an incident with some lads under similar circumstances. So I liberally quote my response here with some embellishments:
I've the fuzzy man-legs for a kilt, but no excuse for it.
A German and
Irish heritage (with a fair amount of British as well, though much
further back) is not a real legacy for kilts.
We were having a celebration upon a day, as it were. It was a SpecOps
thing and we had some of Scotlands finest in attendance, Paras I
believe. Perhaps Royal Marines or Commandos. Regardless, they were
arrayed in their finest and had brought their pipes (huzzah!) as they
were true Scots and more the welcome for their pipes. Strapping lads one
My wife, wonderful lass that she is, had not much real experience
with Scots, though she had heard things.
So, while mingling and imbibing
(early on though, she'd no need of liquid courage for this) inquired if
what she had heard of Scots and kilts was true. She felt emboldened I
imagine since she could see that we all knew one another and were
comfortable around each other.
So, I invited one of the lads over for
her to speak with.
I told her, "Go ahead and ask him if you'd wish dear".
Ah, we were still young enough that she was want to avoid a bad reaction on my part lest these things be true, my blessing to her inquiry allowing as to my being comfortable with this line of inquiry.
So, she asked if it were true about what a Scot wore beneath his kilt.
He glanced at me and cocked an eyebrow, awaiting my reaction.
Understanding that although I was never the owner of the chiseled physique of Rambo, I was still 6'4", 185, in Special Forces and not as an accountant.
him it was fine with me if he was willing to accede to the lady's
So he showed her that a true Scot only wears what the good Lord gave him beneath his kilt.
Turns out that he was a natural red head.
Turns out that my wife was able to do a very passable imitation of red her self.
And the night went on in fine fashion, all of us having a thoroughly
Though my dear bride still remembers and refers to that
incident when the subject of kilts comes up.
And what is not beneath them.
And that is my kilt story. :)