Debauchaneer

So from nakedness and joy and Carib beers, the night moved into Keri, Sara and Tony getting provoked into a fight by some older gentleman's security guard at our favorite, the Buccaneer Bar. Keri took a few photos of our group's antics, which were still tame at this point anyway, and this guy got on her like chili on a dog. Who knew the man was a celebrity?? And who cared? I remember Willem Dafoe walking past me on the upper east side one St. Patty's day. I stood agog, struck, and watched him pass as if in slow motion. But he's the only celebrity who's ever gotten me. And maybe Bono. Anyway, the "security" got in Keri's face and ordered her to give him her camera. Just not gonna happen, buddy.

AnneMarie and I joined the fun after the incident (Keri and AnneMarie are the two in the picture) and quickly reached code level orange. After a few drinks and tons more photos, we headed into town and to Sopranos piano bar. The performer that night had a red guitar-shaped instrument equipped with piano keys instead of strings and struts. I think I had one in the third grade. So the guy came out from behind the piano to rock out on this instrument to a little Def Leppard, then some Van Halen. Had any of the Sopranos been there that night, he would have ended up being taken for a ride, most likely ending with a brand new pair of cement shoes.

Back to the Buccaneer, the real debauchery began. And it ended for Tony & me at noon the next day. One of the many moments that made all of it worthwhile was the sunrise on the beach that morning.