Saturday sometime after lunch, I was dropped off at the Diplomat to check out Internext. I know this because I was told so by the driver the next day ....I dont remember much about Internext at all, except being back at the Hotel I was Staying at in Bal Harbour and trying to make a Vodka Martini by 3:45 pm...I was clutching a Flyer about the Party at Club Deep, which seemed to be the only souvenir I took from the "47?" minutes I seemed to have spent on the floor.
You end up sweating a lot and sticking to things when you visit Miami in August...I think I hate South Florida more than Brandon Iron Flicks now...I also hate the fact that eventually, after you sweat enough for long enough, alcohol no longer works properly.... Chocolate Shakes and Clam Chowder are good for hangovers according to a website I found on the subject of Hedonism, but its very hard to find a decent cup of Clam Chowder in South Florida in August...
Highlight of the whole Trip:
Late Saturday night my buddy comes back to our room with a a young hottie, he is drunk, she is very annoying and stupid. We sit talking for a while, my buddy rambling on about meeting several ex-Miami Dolphins in the lobby and other pointless shit, all the while kissing and molesting this young dumb chick on the sofa and subtley asking her "so you are gonna fuck me right?" Meanwhile I am trying to stare at this young woman's tits, when the phone rings in our room and he answers it:
"Hello. Who? WHO??? ..." <he looks at me blankly> "Who the hell is BETH?!?!?!..."
<young hottie he is trying to screw> "I'm Beth!!!"