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Monday, August 22, 2005 Forget Miami
Fort Lauderdale rocks. We left NYC on Friday with both our stomachs in knots. Everything seemed to be conspiring to make it difficult to get to the airport on time and we were both stressing out with texts we had to hand in before leaving. Eventually we got to Laguardia and spent some time chatting at the bar with a very nice lady from Fort Lauderdale, exchanging must-see places (she in Fort Lauderdale, me in Italy). The motel we were staying at was seedy and fun. On Saturday there was the wedding reception of a tattooed girl we had chatted up the night before at the tiki bar. Bikers and hard looking chicks. And not very clean sheets, by the way. Plenty of little creepy crawly creatures.
The beach on Saturday was great, the water incredibly warm. Lunch was next to nothing but dinner was wonderful, at in Italian restaurant in Las Olas. We took the water taxi to get there (spectacular), got off at the wrong stop, walked over to the wrong side of town, started walking the other way, realized it was way too far away, got into a regular cab and finally made it to where we were going. Jane had recommended Johnny V, but we were in the mood for pasta so we tried Noodles Panini. Real al dente pasta. Delicious.
Back to the motel, out in the morning. We went over to Jane's (coincidentally just a couple of blocks away) and her condo's private beach and spent a few hours walking on the sand and getting in and out of the water, until we found a really nice bar/restaurant with a Tim McGraw look alike DJ and plenty of fake boobs around us. From the bar to the water again and we were getting late for the plane again.
I am also late now. Gotta finish something and get home fast so I can shower, change and go out again. Life is such a struggle. 6:06 PM
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