With the jet lag, plus the vodka lemons, and all the party chaos going on around me, I had no idea what time of night it was anymore. Brenda and Steve's crowd had taken me into some kind of VIP section of the club, a roped-off area lined with circular lounge couches, separated by thick, heavy red cords that nobody but us seemed to have access to. The bar where Pablo worked was off to the left, just on the other side of th...