Here and There, and The Races

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.

Indeed.

 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.

Every spring, we buy a few of these for the weekend fry.  The price is like the flavor: big and rich.

A camel hair jacket with intentionally (somewhat) contrasting buttons.

I first bought this Whiskey (not Whisky) at the Duty-Free in Dublin on my way to visit Plum over in Berlin.  Mrs. and I had never heard of it, but it quickly became a favorite.  It soon began appearing in Liquor stores in the US, and it's price is unfortunately climbing quickly.

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.