Montana

I marvel at Carson’s patience in corralling his band mates from Nobu into the limo. The three are easily distracted by other patrons, hot women, and their cell phones as we exit the restaurant.

Warner informs the group he wants to head to a poker table instead of the night club.

Carson reminds the group, “Meredith scheduled an appearance for us tonight. We can’t back out.”

“Two hours,” Jake pats Warner on the back. “After two hours, ...