Jetsettin' lifestyle, drinkin' booze, specialin' effects.
Being Johnny Johnny's neighbour has its benefits in fresh free cocktails, both improvised and textbook official. The only problem is who can drink even a plain rum & coke anymore, let alone beer? Ugh.
The Mai Tai in the pic is being enjoyed from a frozen real pineapple, while underground, in the basement of a hotel in San Francisco, in a room with a swimming pool in the centre upon which floats a covered barge housing a Hawaiian band composed of Asians playing 80s covers while a tropical rain machine occasionally showers the pool.
No pics from Tiki Ti in LA have surfaced.
Meanwhile drinks at The Waldorf are served by someone who doesn't know the ingredients in a Crantini. Philistines.
Elsewhere I compute the day away, when not rocking high scores on Lumines and Guitar Hero.
