So, Jason has been at me for weeks to go with him to a reception for his cousin's wedding. They were married in Scotland just this summer in what I'm sure was a lovely ceremony. It's a small, intimate dinner party for 700 and it's being held at Kikuit (yes, Carol married a Rockefeller which is a big blah, blah, blah). I generally dislike this type of function so I gave the usual excuses: I think I have other plans; I can't find my tux (what, I'm rooting around my massive New York apartment?) and even if I did, there's no time to get it dry-cleaned, etc. But he trumped me, big time. I got a pm with a "wonderful" solution telling me I didn't need a tux because,although it was black tie it was also, get this, preferably "Highland dress". As in, because just everyone has one hanging in their closet (and I'd made the mistake of admitting so in a post while I was in Edinburgh a week ago) all you have to do is pull out your kilt. Your KILT! I could post his pm, but that might be a bit too overt. The point is, I've found my tuxedo. Really quickly. The last thing I'll be doing is going up the Hudson commando in a skirt. Seriously. Tell him.