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This has been a much better day than expected. I'm burned out, but in a far more pleasant way than I have been for the last couple of weeks.
Late this morning, my brother and I set out into the wilds of Cambridge to see if we could find him a frock coat. And we did, at Keezer's; but he turned out to prefer a black morning coat from 1938 that we shall pick up on Tuesday, when he gets off work. I will have to take photographs. With a good shirt on and his hands leisurely in his pockets, he looks like the lead from an Oscar Wilde play.
In the course of this quest, the power of the apotropaic umbrella was proven once more,* I was tempted by a many-pocketed leather jacket at the Garment District,** and we had an excellent lunch at Legal Sea Foods. I don't usually order drinks, but this one was made out of rum and ginger beer, with a slice of lime and a stick of sugar cane stuck in it. It was awesome.***
And we returned home, and collapsed on the couch, and watched The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005). Which I liked, particularly Martin Freeman as Arthur Dent and the bits of the Guide as narrated by Stephen Fry. And Bill Nighy, because. He's gone on my list.
I think I should be able to sleep tonight.
*We were half-drowned crossing the street from the subway station, but the thunderstorm stopped as soon as we bought an umbrella from the MIT Coop. It hasn't started up again, either. But it is lowering hot.
**I might return for it, but if I'm to spend money on clothes I don't strictly need, I'd rather they were more anachronistic. Besides, I can fit half a dozen clementines into my current coat's pockets; that takes care of all my basic winter needs.
***It was duly noted why the rum was gone.
Late this morning, my brother and I set out into the wilds of Cambridge to see if we could find him a frock coat. And we did, at Keezer's; but he turned out to prefer a black morning coat from 1938 that we shall pick up on Tuesday, when he gets off work. I will have to take photographs. With a good shirt on and his hands leisurely in his pockets, he looks like the lead from an Oscar Wilde play.
In the course of this quest, the power of the apotropaic umbrella was proven once more,* I was tempted by a many-pocketed leather jacket at the Garment District,** and we had an excellent lunch at Legal Sea Foods. I don't usually order drinks, but this one was made out of rum and ginger beer, with a slice of lime and a stick of sugar cane stuck in it. It was awesome.***
And we returned home, and collapsed on the couch, and watched The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005). Which I liked, particularly Martin Freeman as Arthur Dent and the bits of the Guide as narrated by Stephen Fry. And Bill Nighy, because. He's gone on my list.
I think I should be able to sleep tonight.
*We were half-drowned crossing the street from the subway station, but the thunderstorm stopped as soon as we bought an umbrella from the MIT Coop. It hasn't started up again, either. But it is lowering hot.
**I might return for it, but if I'm to spend money on clothes I don't strictly need, I'd rather they were more anachronistic. Besides, I can fit half a dozen clementines into my current coat's pockets; that takes care of all my basic winter needs.
***It was duly noted why the rum was gone.
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Both jackets sound great--I love pockets. I inherited a long winter coat that allows your arms to be straight with your hands in the pockets, and your hands plenty of swishing space. I recently bought a short fall jacket because it had a soldier look to it, with these gold clasps instead of buttons. But it has no pockets! I think I'd like that many-pocketed jacket you found. But, probably a clementine in each pocket wouldn't have the same effect as one big pocketful!
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Clementines are my winter addiction. If they were as easily gotten in the summer, they'd be my summer addiction too. The other wonderful thing about clementines is that (at least if purchased from Wilson Farms) they come in boxes of light wood which burn like a thermite reaction when you throw them on the fire, so you get delicious citrus and pyromania all in one go. And they are a small fruit, so I can carry some everywhere. I survived watching Titanic (1997) by chain-eating clementines; I'll swear they saved my life.