 This is just about the greatest experience of my whole life. Yes, the club starts to ride pretty high at midnight Saturdays. This place must have cost Steve a small fortune. It did. But you better close your mouth and stop gaping like you never saw it before. Don't forget, you're supposed to be the person who owns it. Here comes the waiter. Order rye highball. But I like scotch and soda. Steve likes rye highball. Evening, Mr. Yeager. Hiya, Doc. Hello, Mike. What'll it be, Mr. Yeager? Here you go. Yeah, Mike. Rye highball. Coming right up, boss.