Last night I picked up a Griot Drum Award — 1st Place, Print, Features (circ. below 100,000) — for my United Front story.
I then proceeded to get thoroughly wasted at Tamiami Bar, where I watched blues badass Papa Mali, and then continued my imbibing over at State Theatre, where The Toadies were playing.
And then, and this was the killer, we guzzled whiskey at The Emerald until last call. Yes, sir, I'm hurting in that old familiar way.
This article appears in Nov 19-25, 2008.