26 January 2006

Florida Part Deux: Drunken Boogaloo

I'll be the first to admit that tonight I have had a bit to drink. I was good last night, going to bed early and getting a good night's rest, so I felt I could go out and have a grand ol' time tonight. I just felt I should disclaim in case there are many typos or slurred sentences (very unlike me, I know).

Tonight we went to the RiverWalk(?) area in Ft. Lauderdale. Yes, I am still here, and yes, the toilet water is still yellow. But I am starting to wonder what the hell is going on with the water here in Florida; tonight at dinner, I excused myself to the restroom and found that at that restaurant, the water was also yellow. Upon flushing it, the color remained consistent. Maybe whoever said it was a FL problem and not a hotel problem was on to something. I didn't notice this at the bar, but perhaps that's because I am blinded by Captain Morgan.

The RiverWalk (I am going to call it that...someone else did tonight and I think it sounds good, and really, I don't care what the actual name is) boasts many restaurants and bars. We ate at a fun one that had 3 for 1 drinks. Captain Morgan's, shockingly, is on that menu. Usually it is not considered a well drink. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty darn good by the end of dinner. For those of you who might be visiting Ft. Lauderdale, the Porterhouse in the RiverWalk district is where we ate, and they have an awesome Happy Hour.

Sooooo...after dinner we heard music busting the seams of the bar across the street. We headed over there to see what was going on, and maybe to have a drink. That was at about 9, and we are just getting home now at about 1.30-2am. The cover band was really good, and played all sorts of 80's songs, and some 00's song (what is this decade called, anyway. The 00's sounds so dumb). They played The Killers' "Mr. Brightside," which I love and was excited to hear. We all danced, and when they played "Sweet Home Alabama" were able to pull even the most resistant of dancers onto the floor.

The band took a short break, and the DJ played alot of Gwen Stefani. Methinks he has a pointless crush. Girl is preggers with Gavin's baby! No DJ stands a chance.

After their very long break, the band folks came back to play some more songs. They changed it up a bit with some Rolling Stones and Doors, and also some blues. The introduction of the blues set brought the introduction of a dance offer for me. I danced horribly, but the guy was cute and it was fun. We tried to talk but it was too loud and I was too drunk to understand an accent in that kind of noise. The cute guy was from New Zealand, and I guess heading to SF sometime soon. I am not holding my breath.

Anyway, we talked while several of my coworkers waited for me to come back inside. Once back, they raised their eyes on what went on outside. As I was very cognizant of their watching (I would watch, too, if one of my coworkers went outside with a random guy), I said hasta luego to the Kiwi and finished my drink.

We left a short time later, but not before one last enounter with the cute guy. Since he had asked, I went over to give him my phone number before I left. He tried to pull me onto the dance floor, but I was resistant to his wiles. I gave him my number, and he gave me a hug goodbye. The he pulled me in for a real kiss, which was nice, but again, my coworkers were all there, so I just giggled and pulled away. I don't think he was too happy, but... Is this too much information.

At this point I should really sign off, throw my stuff in my suitcase, and go to bed. I hate the packing!

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