Archive for May 22, 2007

Jimmy Buffet’s personal chef bought me shots last night. “Pick the place,” I told Chris. “I’ll meet you in fifteen.” “Bar 9,” he said haphazardly. I stepped out the door just before nine o’clock. “Be home in an hour,” I told Abbi. Some 900 seconds later, I saddled up to the bar. The Yankees were…

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