Went to South Beach last night (I got dressed up for this? Good God!)
I did not experience any of the food here, but instead went there for the drunken club action. I couldn't even afford to get drunk, since one Tanqueray and Tonic cost me $8. (I am not cheap, but COME ON!!) My friend got a glass of white wine for $11, and I couldn't even explain what that watered down crap tasted like. All I knew is that I better pick up a hot guy just so I could drink a little more.
Well, I couldn't even bring myself to find any type of guy. The male population was almost senior citizen, and when I saw them dancing I was scared that I was going to have to dial 911 for a broken hip. I hear about this Cougar talk...yep, this is the place to go. And I loved how these women were dancing all over each other trying to get the attention of the lead singer of the band that was playing. Sad to see an older lady trying to get back her Poison days. (Maybe they should have tried out for Rock of Love)
Big plus points for the band though. (I am having a total brain freeze on their name) While they mostly played cover tunes, they did have some original stuff...which unfortunately cleared the dance floor. But they did rock out the covers, and very well. (though, please do not have the bass player sing anything...that was a snoozefest)