All the fellows sitting near me at the bar were getting their drinks in plastic cups. The bartender put my bourbon down in a heavy, perfect, rocks glass. As they say in Atmore, "just the nicest little rocks glass you ever saw." A guy sitting to my right scratched his baseball cap and asked the lady behind the bar how come he got stuck with a plastic cup. She turned to me and asked...
That jacket you are wearing, is it Brooks Brothers?
No. It's Hickey-Freeman.
It's beautiful. You get a big boy glass.
Then she gave me a wink and walked away.
Hickey-Freeman. Cashmere and wool tweed in rusty-burgundy and gray. Mint condition from Ebay. Thirty bucks. No matter what happened at poker, the day had become a very successful one, indeed.