Flying to Miami
I was so tired this morning when I woke up... actually I don't think I slept. I went from Tim's house to home and then grabbed my bags and headed for the airport. I don't remember much of the flight... so I must have slept. The next thing I knew I was in Miami standing in line waiting for my bag to appear in a half daze. I got on a bus to the rental car... I nodded off. I got into the rental car like a brainless automaton and sat dazed as we drove through South Beach. It was cold in Miami. If its cold here, then it doesn't bode well for the rest of the US. And it was. Even in my hoodie I was cold.
I managed to find some surf. Finding it is easy. You'll see hundreds of boards makin' there way down the street when its kickin'.
As we were driving past South Beach I noticed surfboards popping out of cars that looked far too small to fit them and guys in wet suits crossing the street. We had to make a pit stop. Sure I'm tired, but I haven't watched surf in a long time. I haven't been to a decent beach in a long time, but today for 25 minutes or so... I watched a bunch of kids and adults surf what I would consider wind and beach break. The waves were maybe 3 feet at best and they closed out so quickly that it was difficult to make a run of 'em, but even 3 seconds of fun before having to paddle out is still 3 seconds of fun. I watched alot of surfers with bad ettiquette, cutting in on each other. They were alot nicer to eachother than I've seen. I've seen peoples leashes get cut forcably removing them from surfing the rest of the day.
It was very cool and bordering on cold, so I got back to the car and stayed awake all the way to The Rubell Hotel. Where I crashed on the couch while I waited for roomservice to make up my bed. Next thing I knew it was time to go out in the city for dinner. My father, mother and I checked out a restaurant and then went to Lincoln Road. I don't claim to know Miami, but there has got to be better places to chill than this. Its a mall with a few bars dotted here and there. I can't say its anything special, but it was fun. My parents went to a jazz bar, that featured the Billy Marcus Trio, who I wasn't interested in seeing... plus if I was going to make it through this trip, I had to get some major away from the P's time.
You can party your ass off in Miami, I did...
I went to the first Irish sounding pub I could find... it's called Finnigan's. There was this crappy rock band that reminded me of the one that Jack Black went off on in School of Rock when they replaced him with some dumbass buff guitarist (glam)... It was very difficult to render judgement on them. They definitely sucked. One girl said they were the worst band ever. I would be inclined to agree, but there are certainly worse like the many shitty bands come outta Orlando. We were in Florida and there was a fair chance of some sort of Orlando connection. I mean, they were playing in a mall. How much closer to Debbie Gibson do you have to be before you load the revolver and off yourself? To give these guys a little credit, they were trying to rock... they dressed the part... they had tatoos... they had the hair... they were kinda buff, but they were really sloppy.
Their covers were ok-ish... I mean they played Small Town by John Cougar Mellancamp... and later they played Creep by Radiohead. BTW, did I ever mention that I worked hard to get a bunch of Radiohead for someone who likes them, even though I didn't. I said I liked them, but now if I hear that song, I'll remember the whole sorted affair and well... puke!
I wasn't there to listen to music... so I had another glass of Jameson and another black 'n tan (thank you Ireland). I heard these guys betting on who can name the next song they were to play. I got in on the action and should have won about 30 bucks, but wound up meeting a whole bunch of people who invited me to chill with them the rest of the night. Geni & Chandler, and Jenny & Chris... we drank, joked, drank some more. We jumped to a couple of different spots before finally landing at the Abbey Bar... and I met more people. One of which was this girl that went to UW at the same time as me. She really liked Pat McCurdy (whose a little campy and fun if you like a sing along). Eventually I was invited back to Chris's place a few blocks away for some drinks. We hung out on their porch. Chris busted out a guitar. It was really nice. These people were definitely inviting. I was all ready to go when they offered the couch, but I had to get going. It was already daybreak and I had to meet my parents to head out to Naples, FL where they'd be looking at houses and I would be crashing on the beach... so I said farewell and jumped a cab back to Rubell Hotel (I think Rubell has something to do with the creator of Studio 54, Steve Rubell, but I'm not quite sure).
