Over another round of newly legal cocktails, the girls had an encounter they won’t soon forget. As anyone knows who has visited Pete’s Pub, the bar is fitted with a Bimini Ring—a brass ring of about a 1-inch diameter that hangs from a long string coming down from the ceiling. Affixed to a post is a brass hook. The object, of course, is to stand several paces away from the post and swing the ring and land it on the hook. For most of the duration of a fruity blended drink, the girls tried with zero success to land the ring. Then along comes a man (“some random guy,” in Lizzy’s telling) who says, “I know how to do this.” He screws up his face in a strange contortion, holds the ring to his nose, lets go, then turns around and walks away. “It’s all about mouth,” he says, “and then you’ve got to walk away like you don’t care.” Meanwhile, the ring goes arcing and spinning through the room and lands without a bounce on the hook. Only later did the girls learn who the random guy was.