Synopses & Reviews
What is a man to do after the tragic ending of his loving marriage and a nasty divorce? How does he rediscover the essence that makes him a man after years of being forced to attend ballets, eat vegan food, and participate in intimacy seminars? There is only one way: Drink, Play, F@#k.
In Drink, Play, F@#k, Bob Sullivan, a jilted husband, sets off to explore the world, experience a meaningful connection with the divine, and rediscover his passion. His travels lead him from his home in New York City, on a drinking bender across Ireland, through the glitz and glamour that is Las Vegas, to the hedonistic pleasure palaces of Thailand. After a lifetime of playing it safe, Mr. Sullivan finally follows his heart and lives out everyoneAAA1/2s deepest fantasies. For whom among us hasnAAA1/2t dreamed of standing stark naked, head upturned and mouth agape beneath a cascading torrent of Guinness Stout? What could be more exhilarating than losing every penny you have because Charlie Weiss went for a meaningless last second field goal? And what sensate creature could ever doubt that the greatest pleasure known to man can be found in a leaky bamboo shack filled with glassy-eyed, bruised Asian hookers? Bob Sullivan has a lot to teach us about life. LetAAA1/2s just pray we have the wisdom to put aside our preconceptions and listen. Because what Bob Sullivan finds isn't at all what he expected.
When eight years of marriage end in a nasty divorce, some people might turn to psychotherapy. Others might turn to spirituality. But Bob Sullivan decided to Drink?Give me two fingers of Jameson, ? I told the barman. ?Start at my pinkie and keep pouring ?til you reach someone else's thumb.? The next thing I remember was waking up in the middle of Ha?penny Bridge wearing nothing but an adult diaper and a multicolored clown wig.PlayMy advice on playing the ponies is, ?Don?t do it.? It's the biggest sucker bet in town. Simply put, I never gamble on horses. Unless I get a funny feeling, or if one of the horses has a name I like.And F@#kWhile purchasing condoms in a foreign country is much less embarrassing then doing so at home since you probably won?t bump into your fifth grade English teacher in the checkout line, it is still an uncomfortable process.Especially if they?re not on display and you don?t speak Thai. You haven?t really played charades until you?ve mimed what you need a condom for to a seventy-year-old druggist on the Phi Phi Islands.Will Bob Sullivan mend his broken heart? Will he mend his broken liver? Will he even need those condoms? Find out for yourself in the pages of Drink, Play, F@#k.