" I can't go to Amsterdam. One of my doctors thinks it's a bad idea." He was quiet for a second. " God," he said. " I should've just paid for it myself. Should've just taken you straight from the Funky Bones to Amsterdam." " But then I would've had a probably fatal episode of deoxygenation in Amsterdam, and my body would have been shipped home in the cargo hold of an airplane," I said. " Well, yeah," he said. " But before that, my grand romantic gesture would have totally gotten me laid." I laughed pretty hard, hard enought that I felt where the chest tube had been. " You laugh because it's true," he said.I laughed again." It's true, isn't it!" " Probably not," I said, and then after a moment added, " although you never know. "