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:: Thursday, November 18, 2004 ::

:: Just... so South Beach ::
I would have posted this sooner had I not been so busy this week (pulling my hair out).

Imagine if you will, four shirtless guys in pants and sandals hanging out behind the Mirador Apartments... fishing. We went snapper fishing off the pier behind the pool area last Friday to and while none of us thought twice, it probably made for an odd sight. Seeing a group of shirtless guys is quintessential South Beach. Just not when they're fishing, drinking trailer-trash beer (Miller High Life), and gutting fish for bait - which entails having to touch "icky stuff" in gay-speak - while sporting face scruff and untouched body hair.

It was catch-and-release since everything we caught was rather small but that wasn't the point. There's that old saying: "the worst day of fishing still beats the best day at work." None of us had particularly great weeks and EJ and I were especially tired since we were up until 5:30am finishing up stuff for that days's presentation.

By the way, my life at this point, is reduced to doing projects and counting down the days till I can go buy that new U2 CD. I can't wait.

:: Miscellaneous Ramblings by Dan-E at 12:03 AM [+] :: | 0 comments
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