Who Dat Up There Who’s Dat Down There

The super bowl crescendo/whirlwind is ubiquitous and unrelenting. South Beach is not the NFL’s primary focus (Fort Lauderdale is). but they have ‘assumed the position’ Last night was a free concert on the beach featuring Rihanna and Justin Bieber and broadcast on VH1. We had spent a lot of the afternoon on Ocean Ave and the sand so we thought we would capture it in the safety of our own living room on TV. We were watching it for 15 minutes before we realized that, yes, the music had started and that the repetitive sounds and motions were it. Now Rihanna turned out to be a real talent but what is this Justin Bieber thing? He looked like an early version of Peter Noone (Herman’s Hermit’s) – granted with better teeth and skin.

Well – just a little joke. However one must be careful about these little jokes, just ask columnist Dave Barry. (“Dave has also written a total of 30 books, although virtually none of them contain useful information.” – Dave Barry Website)

Dave is a regular contributor to the Miami Herald and South Florida gadfly cum humorist. On a good day when the b.s. (blog stuff) is flowing, his style is Chris’ aspiration. Well Dave exercised the poor judgment of trying to advise those who had come to his fair city for the Super Bowl. His basic premise was that one could feel safe, mobile and fiscally responsible as much as one wanted as long as they did not leave their hotel room.

His reference to maniacal driving practices on I95 and the Palmetto Expressway; his fondness for the serendipitous public transit system and its ability to transport live sharks; the preoccupation with people (read ‘breast’) watching; the Clinton administration being the last time that someone from Miami found a parking space on Miami Beach; and the probability of hailing one of Miami’s 4 cabs seem to have upset some Miamians.

So the next day he retracted everything in an enumerated list of mea culpas which included a solemn desire to reassure everyone about the courteousness of every driver and the wholesomeness of South Beach. However, due to the extremely tight security, anyone holding an umbrella would be taken out by snipers and congregating would be investigated (this would, of course, include huddles).

Well, Dave is still my kind of guy – maybe we are both just drawn that way.

Anyway, Paul, Gini, Jan (Gini’s sister) and Bill (her husband) are sporadically distributed around the pool (group assembly, then, not an issue).

Here is our runway model when she is not slaving in the kitchen:



Our search for the perfect fleur-de-lis continues.

As does Chris’ attempts at night photography:



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We do intend to leave our apartment but only for vital supplies (gelato….cappuccino….chocolate martinis….)

Ciao.