:: Life on Planet Dan-E ::
Thoughts, observations, and introspections from an
:: Tuesday, September 30, 2003 ::
Saturday 27, 2003. 7:46pm
I’ve had the (mis)fortune of experiencing the very tropical nature of Miami Beach’s climate firsthand the last couple of days. There’s a runnning joke among the locals that you know what time it is by when the rain hits. It’s not just the precipitation, it’s that it occurs while it’s still hot and humid. A cloudburst during an afternoon of 88 degree heat with 80% humidity isn’t uncommon here. It’s already happened a couple of times and I’ve been caught in the rain twice. Don’t ask me how but I did actually have the foresight to bring an umbrella with me from LA just in case, but I’ve yet to carry it with me at the appropriate time.
Having said that, South Beach is just beautiful, weather permitting. Even during the rains, it’s pretty here. I’ve witnessed the far too rare occurrences of rain while the sun is still shining, one of my favorite types of weather. The hardest thing to get used to in this place isn’t really the heat or the humidity. One has to get used to the fact that the temperature variances are very slight. Humidity will always remain in the 80s and up, but while the noon temperature might be 90, at midnight it’s drops down to a brisk 84 or so. I go through t-shirts here like Madonna goes through bedmates.
Sunday 28, 2003 4:15pm
My first taste of the South Beach Nightlife was, rather... vigorous? Everyone knows that I’m not into clubbing. Give me a quiet coffee house or a sports/dive bar anyday but since I’m here, I might as well at some point or another get a sample of the famed South Beach Nightlife. I just didn’t think it’d happen so soon.
The evening starteed at TGI Friday’s for an informal dinner to meet other Ad School students. They seemed like a nice enough bunch and afterwards we decided to hang out a little more at this bar called Wet Willy’s, where they seem to specialize in blended (read: chick) drinks.
Once that place got old, we trekked over to a Coyote Ugly-style place called Automatic Slims. Upon walking through the door, I’m treated to a sight of four young, female, midriff-clad bartenders dancing on top of the bar to classic rock music (at least it wasn’t country). Again, not my type of place but at least the place did have a TV and we stayed long enough to so that I could watch SportsCenter (I don’t have a TV at my place yet and I’ve been going through a rather severe SportsCenter withdraw). Slims was having a promotion where they gave out free t-shirts if you bought a Miller Lite so I figured what the hell, I need more shirts and I was thirsty. That, by the way, was the first and last time drinking Miller LIte. That crap is almost as bad a Corona.
The next place was a Salsa club called Bash. I wasn’t allowed in initially since my attire didn’t fit their dress code (since when were board shorts and sneakers inappropriate club attire?!?!). It wasn’t too far from my place so I went home and changed into something more fitting for the atmosphere (if you could only feel the discontent as I typed out that last sentence). Anyway, it was a fairly decent place with overwhelmingly loud music. Actually, all three places (and most clubs, really) have overwhelmingly loud music. Not that I have anything against loud music, as long as it’s in a controlled environment. Controlled meaning my car or apartment and I’m the only one there. I’m not necessarily claustrophobic but being sardined into a space with a bunch of strangers is a bit too much for my senses.
It’s rare that I go to a club in a year but three in a single night? Ugh. Not to say I didn’t have fun but it was all a bit much to take in at once. My clubbing quota is beyond met and I think I’m good until, I don’t know, 2008.
:: Miscellaneous Ramblings by Dan-E at 3:42 PM [+] ::
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