This is bad. Last night I was at a pre-opening party for the new bar going in where one of my fave old bars used to be (the one where I'd stay after lock-up and crawl out at 6 in the morning) and they not only stock my go-to rum, the manager looks a little like Mary-Louise Parker.
I don't think I'm gonna make it to Christmas. Those of you going getting taken out by the hurricane this weekend, save a spot in Hell for me.