Tomorrow, I get to wear my brother’s pirate jacket, and I am thrilled(!). At long last, I am granted not only the occasion, but the permission and the ability to wear the jacket, and it looks mighty fine with the ensemble, I dare say.
My brother bought it at this cool resale shop called Lucy in Disguise, in Austin, Tx. When my mom had asked him what he had paid for the jacket, he said that it was “a bill”. I thought he was just being funny, saying that he had handed over some bill of cash money, and the change came back to him, because he didn’t really remember what he’d paid for it, or because he was thrilled at having spent so little on it, that it was a five- or ten-dollar bill, maybe even a twenty. However, as their conversation continued, I quickly discovered the term as being a vernacular synonym for the hundred-dollar bill. That my brother would have paid such a price for something like that meant that it must be, it necessarily was outstanding. And, truly, this jacket it. I envied him for it from the first time I saw it. I don’t even really love pirate-y things. Yeah, they’re cool, but I don’t ever want or need them. But this jacket was like (the cheesy tie-in of) treasure to me. It is just that wonderful.
And I finally get to wear it. Yippee! 😀