Sushi in South Beach earlier at Dojya's or something like that then Lulu's in Ft Lauderdale. Jesus, people, didn't we just eat? The pool was dead considering the grey skies so we called up my buddy Tina to meet at Lulu's. I forgave the 4 years passe rhinestone nameplate belt for the denim mini jacket barely covering her natural c-cup tits- plus she's just adorable and totally oblivious to her beauty. She had a virgin strawberry daquari while I had my standard grilled chicken salad with a side of avacados. Lulu's is great upscale bar food but I docl points for any place that makes their salads from solely iceberg lettuce instead of mixed field greens plus no bottled water. Later back on Las Olas Blvd, we sped skated in our sneakers on slick pavement through the mimi hail storm back to the hotel.