Man Skirt Part 2

Well, I went to my family reunion today whilst wearing the new kilt. It’s always a bit of worry when you radically change the way that you look. But I have to say it went over fairly well. I got a number of compliments on the thing and that was pretty snazzy. I also think I may have talked a few people into getting their own. The only person that had anything ill to say was some 10 year old that yelled, “Nice skirt” as he rode by on his bike. But stupid people exist and that’s pretty much that.

I have nothing further intelligent to say today. After all, I did just spend a few hours with family members I don’t really know desperately trying to remember either their name or how I was related to them. It’s strange, really, some of these people I know exclusively from family reunions. I often wonder what we’re reuniting for? There are probably a number of cashiers at Wal-Mart that I have had more meaningful conversations with than some of my relatives, but I don’t invite them over for a cookout and a white elephant auction.

Maybe we should start doing that instead. Since the concept of family is pretty much in the toilet we should associate ourselves into new social groups. Just imagine large get-togethers of people that you give money to or who measure you for clothes. I think that would be a hoot. Hey, you could even invite over those people that provide you with internet content on a daily basis. And just so you know I like my burgers well done, but I think Jeff may prefer his rare.

Tune in tomorrow for harrowing tales of high wind and pleated infamy.