But I Did Die Once. (i Don't

Jesse: " Hey Rose, Welcome Back. Still Breaking Hearts?" Rose: " Are You Volunteering?

Once You Cross Into The Next Loyal Kingdom, However... Be Warned. You May Not Find Such A Warm Reception. The Mimosa Land And Its Residents Are Not Nearly So Accommodating." This Was Warm And Accommodating? That Didn't Bode Well For The Next Kingdom. I Also Found It Sad That A Place Called The Mimosa Land Was Unfriendly. It Sounded Like A Party Waiting To Happen.

If I Was Drunk, I Wouldn’t Be Here At All. And Really, This Is Pretty Good For Four White Russians.” “white What?” I Almost Sat Down But Was Afraid The Chair Might Dematerialize Beneath Me. “it’s A Drink,” He Said. “you’d Think I Wouldn’t Be Into Something Named That—you Know, Considering My Own Personal Experience With Russians. But They’re Surprisingly Delicious. The Drinks, Not Real Russians.

I Didn't Just Get An Idea. I Got A Great Idea.

Sydney Had Been Horrified To Discover My Home Library Consisted Of A Bartending Dictionary And An Old Copy Of Esquire, And At Her Pleading, I'd Promised To Read Something More Substantial. I Was Trying To Think Deep Thoughts As I Read Gatsby, But Mostly I Wanted To Throw Some Parties.