| << | >> | |||||
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | |
| 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |
| 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 |
| 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 |
| 28 | 29 | 30 | ||||
| posts | |
| absolute beginners | 4/13/2002 |
| bienvenidos a miami | 4/11/2002 |
| sound bites | 4/3/2002 |
 previous |
next  |
| | |
| bienvenidos a miami | 8:17pm 4/11/2002  |
|
Miami is a very strange place. I guess I always assumed that Marc Anthony/Ricky Martin/Enrique Iglesias videos were artistic embellishments of club life. They're not. They're Miami. For an old stick in the mud like me, seeing a guy reenacting the ice scene in 9 1/2 Weeks with a girl splayed out on the bar is a little much. Especially when you've spent all day at a scientific meeting, listening to science, talking science, and getting bombarded with questions about your science. At that point I wanted a nice cold Guinness and a dark room, not a Corona and lime, a day-glo Caribbean hut, and a deafening salsa band. I was temporarily entranced at the idea that I was staying at the hotel where they shot the opening portion of Goldfinger. Despite the hotel's history, I soon learned that it's room service stunk and the 60 blocks surrounding it consisted entirely of other hotels and condominiums. Exiting whiny old fart mode ... | |
| last edited 8:17pm 4/11/2002 | back to top |
| | |
| previous |
next |