Day Two: Friday, November 5th, 2010 South Beach, Miami
Ok what happened to this beautiful day?!?!?
Well after a late night I was up off and on but unable to muster the strength or motivation to actually shower and leave the room until about noon when the old Homer Simpson gullet started to grumble. I spent part of the morning trying to figure out what time my cruise would be boarding as the ship was delayed, finally got that sorted this afternoon:
"Because of strong winds, Norwegian Epic’s departure from Cozumel on Thursday, November 4 was delayed. The ship overnighted in Cozumel and departed at 8:30 am ET this morning as soon as the weather improved.
Norwegian Epic’s arrival into Miami on Saturday, November 6 is estimated at 10 am ET instead of its regularly scheduled arrival time of 8 a.m. Because of this new arrival time, embarkation for guests sailing on the November 6 Eastern Caribbean voyage will begin at 3 pm and the ship is scheduled to set sail at 8 pm.
Norwegian Cruise Line asks all embarking guests to delay their arrival to the Port of Miami tomorrow based on the new embarkation and departure time. We appreciate our guests understanding and cooperation."
Luckily for me, the extremely nice and kick-ass Palmer House is allowing me a late 2pm check-out. No need for a wake-up call, I can count on the cat-calling construction workers next door to begin heckling the walk-of-shame hookers around 10am. It is literally hard to hear the TV in my room right now over the conversation outside. Good thing I've got the noise-cancelling bose headphones, they worked like a charm last night while the neighbors partied til dawn (when I assume they went to work on the construction site).
Don't seem to see Epic anywhere on the "map" at the moment. The site says it hasn't checked in for 9 hrs+. But hey that is a lot better than Tiger Woods' yacht "Privacy":
http://www.marinetraffic.com/ais/shipdetails.aspx?MMSI=319164000
It hasn't checked in since the last time Tiger check in with his WIFE!
So anyway after showering I headed out around noon seeking out the Burger King about 2 blocks away. I ALMOST missed the BK cause it was built in the same motif as all the other buildings and I have to say, this is the fanciest BK I've ever seen. It hadn't a limited and overpriced menu...more like a $10 menu rather than a $1 menu. I mean seriously, this place did let you do it "your way"....you order the meal and then instruct the guy who puts on the toppings from this bar right on the counter:
It had the spicy angry onions and everything. The only downside was it was absolutely everyone in the stores first day and no one spoke English. Isn't the word "Ketchup" universal? Or at least on the day ONE training video?
No worries, with the food prepped right in front of you its easy to get it right, and with a fancy dining veranda on a 70 degree day it was a beautiful thing.
I pounded about 65% of this food, coincidently the same professor JNCVH's average hot chicks class grade before her visit during office hours and the inevitable "A".
I then went in search of a book store so i could buy "His Fathers Son: An instructional guide to Gaggles from Earl Woods" and "Kingbuster: The story of how Mackers product embezzlement forced Anheiser-Busch to sell out to Inbev".
I have to confess I walked like two miles and considered replacing reading with drinking as a hobby as I saw ZERO or in Miami, CERO bookstores/bilbiotechas and saw no one of the 10,000 people whose paths i crossed who remotely looked or sounded like they spoke english.
Sidebar: what is the deal with thin, tan, well-dressed European men in pairs in south beach? yeah I saw like 10 hot chicks and they were Vegas-hot but the ratio was unreal. Now I have no issue with people living their lives however they want, ZERO issue with anyones choices, but I hope these fellows realize its gotta be rationed to maintain the species. South Beach needs to have at least one hetero relationship to hold the tax base. C'mon.
Ok so back to my walk. I get to a place that says Books and Books. it was a cafe. with a rack of magazines. I left and walked another half marathon looking for a Barnes and Noble or whatever. No dice. Came back and saw a sign pointing to the back of the lot which I had just missed. Sorta like I JUST MISSED getting the delivery of these same books which came to my house about 4 hours after I left. Thanks for nuttin
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Ok so anyway they didn't have my books and 10 waiters came into the bookstore just to use the restroom. The ladies were super nice though.
After this debacle I decided I needed to hit CVS and buy a razor to fix up my Artis Gilmore shave. I did come across a few liquor stores and 57 tatoo parlors on the way to CVS:
Popped into the CVS where I picked up three 8-packs of diet dew cans. WTF is an 8-pack of cans? Then again the banks here say no hats or sunglasses allowed. I also got some water and sunscreen. The point of this purchase was all this crap will be coming at $6 a piece out of the minibar in my cabin if I don't take it with me. Also I am very sensitive to the bartenders on cruises not liking to refill peoples pops because they don't get tipped on it.
About a half block later I realized that these blocks are Chicago size, the long way. I also decided I could skip my workout. It was about 6-8 blocks back to my hotel room with a case of beverages and some other crap. All while trying not to get pick pocketed by this artist who draws with his feet.
Ok so I got all the goods back to the room, fell asleep for about 5 minutes and said "WTF!!!, I am in Miami and its 75 degrees out". I got off my ass and headed for the beach. Now what I had forgotten about was the recent infusion of Canadian investment into the south beach area. More specifically, mackers Lethbridge Fund.
Fairly quickly I came across Macker's new South Beach Hotel:
A little known fact I read on "The Portley Fool" investment site is that Macker actually bought this hotel so he could put hidden cameras into all the beach towels:
Ok that is enough Macker abuse. Macker you are my chosen guest in the Diamond Lounges next trip for taking all this abuse!
Here are a few of the pics I took along my walk from 11th street thru 31st street on the beach:
Ok that is probably too many beach pictures, but after freezing in Chicago already this early in the fall I greatly appreciated even a 2-hour walk like this. They could have given out popsicles in ChiTown on Halloween and they wouldn't have melted.
I decided to take the streets back from 14th and look for a sandwich I could save for later. Ended up seeing a place called La Sandwicheria just off Collins (AKA A1A Beachfront Avenue for you Vanilla Ice fans):
The sandwiches were served on an outdoor bar by a friendly and hot chick. For $18 I got a chicken salad sandwich on a croissant with doritos and 2 Heinekein keg cans. Oh Hell Yeah that is a qualitAY meal. $4 tip for hotness.
As I was bringing that back to the room after walking about 3 1/2 hours total for the day I came across a curious sign which caused me to chickety check my GPS to make sure I wasn't at 3131 Las Vegas Blvd:
Hmmmm...odd resemblance don't you agree?
Ok so back to the room for a phone call with the family after receiving a CUH-LASSSIC text from the wife (my facebook friends will recognize these). just to set it up my wife exagerates her pain a little and her cursing would make a sailor (maybe not a sailor53) blush. she isn't off the boat Irish but if you remember that crazy Irish dude from Braveheart, she is definitely a 100% blood decendant of that guy (not Mel Gibson). this guy:
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Ok so the text goes like this:
"Your lucky to be gone. Up ALL night with Collin and Lauren down with the flu. They literally took turns throwing up all night. I slept for 15 minutes. I had to wash every single blanket in the house. A skunk dug a hole under the family room. You have to get bit to get rabies right? It can't come from the spray?"
Granted this is the 4th or 5th straight year the kids have gotten the flu while I was on vacation. And apparently that skunk can smell me and is scared to come to the house when I'm home. Anywho this text gave me quite a chuckle as I walked down the beach.
Well the plan was to workout and make it an early night to make sure I'm not puking tomorrow morning on those rough "Tomas" seas. But with my meeting with Gavin McLeod and the Iowa senator moved back to 3pm from noon I have a strong suspicion I'll be overtipping a couple of my favorite bartenders from last night. I should be alright I had a waterbed until 1999.
I realize this is probably dragging on a bit, so I'll make the same apology I make with the ladies "Sorry about the length, and girth"