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.
10 comments:
They certainly would not have done that for you in Cherokee. Great find.
I laughed so hard at the "You get a big boy glass" remark that my wife came into the study and asked what I was in here laughing at all alone. Tremendous looking jacket. It would certainly make even a plastic cup taste like one was sipping from cut crystal. Thanks for the dedication, btw. Very moving. Cheers!
Toad, thanks! Perhaps I should start a new blog of casinos I have known in out of the way places...
HTJ, you are right about the jacket adding the value to the story not the glass. Glad you liked it.
ML
A big boy glass, indeed!
Ha! Great story... Happy New Year!
Beautiful jacket -- great story!
Love your blog.
A perfect example of why it is important to dress nicely.
Love this story! "Clothes certainly make the man" important!! Living in Tennessee, I can so vividly picture that scenario.
Dress like a grownup, get treated like a grownup.
Good purchase!
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