One of the great things about being an author is enjoying the life of luxury. Here I am going to a late-night Pilates class in a stretch limousine . . . OK, you caught me. I’m full of shit. A friend of mine was actually having a birthday party at Channelside, a trendy hotspot in Tampa, and she realized that everyone was going to be too drunk to drive home at the end of the night. And too broke to pay for a cab. So she made out with a limo driver and got us a free ride to the club.