The woman one row up (had long ago) decided that the world is her living room, but in the bad way.
Disgusting self indulgence and I hope that she never travels internationally. The proper (much older) Boston lady seated next to her was horrified, and the entire flight to the West Coast was treated to this reminder of irreversible cultural decay.
This should have been good. It had all the indicators of an acceptable drink. I must have overlooked the word "spices", and I soon regretted the acquisition.
A camel hair jacket with intentionally (somewhat) contrasting buttons.
Speaking of horses and dressing well, if you find yourself in Boston this Saturday, a good friend is hosting a fundraiser to benefit the Mounted Police and SeaPony Farm. I have not examined the causes in extensive detail, but I can assure all that the PARTY will be great. One major plus: it's an afternoon of Kentucky Derby festivities that will end before dinner.