Manhattan Transfer

It's one of those amazing autumn days, and promises to be a beautiful night. Maybe I should go on a cruise. And it's put on by the Dorthy Parker Society so it should count as literary. Right?

The problem is that you cannot get off until the end, and I'm completely phobic of being socially trapped. What if I get bored or Krucoff calls from the depths of Lindsay Lohan's cleavage looking for someone to hold off Tara Reid? Or I'm just too drunk and need to execute the Irish exit? I don't think they have a VIP shuttle to get me back to shore.