05-10-2005, 01:04 PM
Never really went to a prom... But I did take my wife to a very formal even. I wore my traditional tank kilt and a Prince Charlie jacket. Wore brogues, hose, and flashes even. Even had the lacy cuffs at the end of my sleeves and frills on my shirt sticking out of my jacket. I know it's not dressy, not dressy at all, but, as a marker of my own heritage and to remind people that I am the Swampcrawler, I wore my alligator foot sporran. I probably should have worn a fur dress sporran.
Now, I am an ugly fellow... I can spook a gargoyle. I have a face that can curdle water. But damn, I looked good in formal Scottish attire. When I made my grand entrance, you could hear a pin drop. While the dreadlocks and beardlocks might have looked a bit strange with such formal attire... The overall effect was simply stunning.
I have never been one to wear monkeysuits. I own a tux or two. I keep them in mothballs. I never wear them. I own some damn fine suits and have never been comfortable in them. I can't pull it off... Wearing a really nice tux is fine and wonderful, but, the dreadlocks throw the look off... I look like a mud grubbing savage stuffed into fine dress for people's amusement... Don't ask me how, but I managed to pull the kilted Scottish formal attire off with my locks. Something about the large clawed scaly alligator foot and my dreadlocks just making everything match is what people said... They would expect no less from me. And for the first time in my life, I truly enjoyed dressing up. I think this is as close as I could get to getting that "prom" feeling and I can see what the big deal is, and why people enjoy it so much. For many, it's that one night where they have a shot at living a fairy tale.
My only concern... The marble tile floor was so damned buff... I mean polished to a mirror finish... You could look down at the floor and clearly see I was going regimental. And the ladies figured this out right quick. Brought a lot of laughs, giggles, and blushes.
Oh... As for my wife, she wore a kilted skirt. Flower of Scotland tartan in a wonderful 13 oz wool. She looked radiant. She was so beautiful. She made me all nervous and I had sweaty palms and everything... I felt like a boy again. She was so pretty I wanted to throw up. Butterflies in the stomach and all.
Now, I am an ugly fellow... I can spook a gargoyle. I have a face that can curdle water. But damn, I looked good in formal Scottish attire. When I made my grand entrance, you could hear a pin drop. While the dreadlocks and beardlocks might have looked a bit strange with such formal attire... The overall effect was simply stunning.
I have never been one to wear monkeysuits. I own a tux or two. I keep them in mothballs. I never wear them. I own some damn fine suits and have never been comfortable in them. I can't pull it off... Wearing a really nice tux is fine and wonderful, but, the dreadlocks throw the look off... I look like a mud grubbing savage stuffed into fine dress for people's amusement... Don't ask me how, but I managed to pull the kilted Scottish formal attire off with my locks. Something about the large clawed scaly alligator foot and my dreadlocks just making everything match is what people said... They would expect no less from me. And for the first time in my life, I truly enjoyed dressing up. I think this is as close as I could get to getting that "prom" feeling and I can see what the big deal is, and why people enjoy it so much. For many, it's that one night where they have a shot at living a fairy tale.
My only concern... The marble tile floor was so damned buff... I mean polished to a mirror finish... You could look down at the floor and clearly see I was going regimental. And the ladies figured this out right quick. Brought a lot of laughs, giggles, and blushes.
Oh... As for my wife, she wore a kilted skirt. Flower of Scotland tartan in a wonderful 13 oz wool. She looked radiant. She was so beautiful. She made me all nervous and I had sweaty palms and everything... I felt like a boy again. She was so pretty I wanted to throw up. Butterflies in the stomach and all.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."