More than a poncho

Ummmmmm. I want this.  Who cares that it's over $300 and I would collapse from heat stroke if I wore it any time soon? I don't! 

That I would need spiked Gatorade pumped in to my body to cool my core temperature down from the wool blanket wrapped around me, if I tried to wear this to homecoming?  Doesn't matter. 

Yes, I could just cut a hole in a vintage wool blanket. But I want the real thing from A.P.C. Tartan.  I think I hear harps and angels just looking at it.

"What are you wearing to the game," a friend would ask.  
"A poncho." I would reply.  "A poncho."