I know you’re thinking well, he’s gone this far, so where is the yachting cap? Fair enough question, though my question is where’s the damn yacht? At least give me an old Cadillac so I can sail a land yacht around the block.
I had never worn a skipper outfit before. The closest I’ve come was a rowing blazer or two, but never before had I assumed the rank of commodore. My inspiration was multi-fold. One was the superstition that if I wear the right sailing clothes I’ll attract mermaids, or at least the barmaid’s attention at the Yacht Club. Another is that if I look like Thurston Howell III’s bastard I might attract “Auntie” Mary Ann’s illegitimate daughter.
Land ho, indeed.
Tie: Polo
Shirt: Polo
Jacket: US Coast Guard
Trousers: Banana Republic
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