I was a bit of a lightweight, and simply nursing a few beers would be enough to make me loopy without the added boost of hard liquor. But I hadn’t seen Pickford since the baby announcement. That, combined with the fact that my article was scheduled to hit the papers the very next day was good enough reason to go out and celebrate with a smidge of excess. He and Lisa had picked up my brother on their way into the city so we could have a night out on the town. The four of us went out quite a bit and tied one on every now and again. We were in our twenties, after all. Bruce slammed his glass face-down onto the bar and said, “No more girly shots!” I gave him a look and countered, “No more shots, period. I don’t want to drag your drunken ass out of here in an hour, cutting my night short.” I’d slept until close to two o’clock that day, trying to catch up on my shuteye after the all-nighter with Trip.
