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Bound away to the eastward where the wild winds do blow
Today was spent in Newburyport with my parents and my brother, who came up from Connecticut for the day; an early birthday present on his part, since he works all this week. There was ocean. There were used books. There was chocolate-dipped ginger strong enough to clear the sinuses. Especially since I had "The Dreadnought" (and Placebo's "Running Up That Hill," but there's no story about that) stuck in my head while wandering around the Custom House Maritime Museum, I was delighted to learn that the famous packet ship had been built in town, courtesy of Currier & Townsend in 1853. And at Aquatini for dinner, I discovered—to no one's very great surprise, except for my brother who considers gin undrinkable—that I think a pomegranate martini with lime gin is delicious. I'm sure karma will be leveled sometime in the next week, but so far this month continues awesome.
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Mine; the ninth. His birthday is in August.
Lime gin strikes me as one of the most obvious infusions I have ever overlooked, given that gin is always consumed with lime. Always, I tell you, and no, it never occurred to me to have them in the same bottle. It's genius.
It is. And with pomegranate juice, I can see how someone would stay in the underworld for it.
there is apple picking and corn mazes that await
Awesome. Enjoy!