FLbreezy wrote: ↑Fri Mar 10, 2023 1:02 am
That was a good read! Best of luck on your flight home.
Oh, Flbreezy, wish I had. I think. I either chickened out or made an executive decision. Either way, I didn’t wear the linen kilt on the way back.
I awoke at 4:30 AM for an international flight starting at 6:30. Hotel at the airport. Heard they give you crap for wearing a kilt through security, so I wore shorts and had the kilt in my carryon.
Tired and not looking forward to a full day of traveling (got in at 6:30 PM), I just didn’t relish a fight or need to explain and I was trying to max out sleep since I got into the hotel after 10PM. This was my mindset in the AM despite trying out my kit the night prior and loving it. White linen shirt with grey fleece shirt, linen kilt (google linen kilt and you’ll see it), black boots and white scrunched socks. Socks are kilt hose but I’m just not a fan of the pulled up look. Seems too much like a costume for me unless in a formal setting.
Through security, needed coffee. Cutting it a tad close to change. Plus the airport was halfway full. Enough people you could not get lost in the crowd but not empty either.
Sitting there with life affirming coffee, I was debating it. Felt fairly confident in wearing it but not as confident as I’ve been. Just tired I guess. But was also running through the answers to questions if asked “why the skirt?” And was just not relishing the need to defend my clothing choice.
Maybe I’m just rationalizing my chickening out, but this was a big factor in my choice not to wear. I just didn’t want to have to defend myself. I shouldn’t have to. But we all know we sometimes get asked questions. Not as often as our minds think but we do occasionally.
I’m somewhat addicted to the compliments that have been the overwhelming majority of comments on my skirt/kilt wearing. And I am still awaiting my first true negative reaction.
But I just didn’t want to be bothered cause I was tired, facing a full day of traveling and heading back home to work after several days of a conference. Body tired too after getting in some fantastic downhill skiing.
I think the first leg of my journey would’ve been fine. Many people would’ve seen me easily cause the crowds weren’t that big but there were a lot of people.
At the first layover in Texas, I had to change terminals using their tram. So many people. Airport was crowded but not nose to butthole crowded. It’s Texas. So everything’s larger including the space. I think I would’ve felt somewhat on stage. Not sure. The flight was delayed and therefore there were so many people milling about.
On the plane I sat next to a red hat wearing fellow playing video games on his Nintendo. He had some pretty fierce BO and wasn’t overly friendly. I envision getting into fisticuffs with him over the kilt. It’s all in my mind. But I foresaw him holding me down as the flight attendants took turns opening a can of whoop a$$ on me.
Oh the creative mind.
At the next stop, it’s was even more crowded but smaller. So it may have been a bit easier to blend in. But the gate was near the food court and there was more traffic there than the LA highways.
In this flight, I sat next to a couple who were friendly. Foresaw a probably good conversation about kilt/skirt wearing with them if I only had the nerve to quote The Wizard of Oz.
But I was also dreary and also foresaw me making some stupid joke that would go over like a ton of bricks. The plane would turn against me and the pilot would fly back to Altlanta and leave me there.
In my home airport, it’s Friday night. So many people with so much room where I would’ve been doing the catwalk at the Paris Fashion show. Though I doubt I could pull off duckface as well as the models and I’m not described as waif thin these days.
So I guess I’m glad I didn’t wear the kilt on this flight. Mostly cause I felt like I’d be too tired to put up with questions or rise to defend the wearing thereof.
I just wanted to be left alone which is all I was.
Now it’s Saturday and I’m working the Night Shift. Only good thing here is we lose an hour tonight and im not paid hourly. Ha.
But I did wear the kilt with a linen shirt today. Went to pick up my watch that got mended. But they’re closed for spring break. No one was really there when I went to the store.
I went from not wanting to be bothered to thinking the watch guy would’ve struck up a conversation about it.
The magic of sleep.