It’s Friday night, the work week is behind us, time to transition through the turmoil of the commute in the rain into the weekend and that elusive time to relax and rejuvenate! The only problem is I find myself walking the wrong direction through Terminal B at Boston’s Logan Airport. I am entering not exiting, going not coming, departing not arriving everything is backwards or is it?
The surroundings are familiar and confounding, the flat screen in on and is tuned to CNBC is flashing between the Tsunami and re-capping the shitty week on Wall Street, my feet are up, my PC is open to my blog, a glass of something cold on the table,, the USA skimmed and sitting on my bag, thought of dinner running through my head, yet I am not at home. Yes – I am in the all too familiar American Airline club and not surprising it’s the same at 5:00AM on a Monday morning as it is at 5:00PM on a Friday night, nothing is out of place other than across from me sits Alice looking like the cat who just ate the hamster (poor Dunkin). She smiles and says were off to Miami for the weekend! Why you might ask, well the better question is why not or why are you not with us?
To be more exact we are kid-less and heading to South Beach, the playground of celebrities, palm trees sway to a salsa beat, the boardwalk of fashion, home of the jet set crowd, and Alice and me. Kind of reminds you of the old Sesame Street song “which one of these things don’t belong together? At something less than 50, one of us more less than the other, we are hitting the world of Miami Vice or that opening shot from CSI Miami, you know the party by the pool or view down Ocean Drive before someone is killed that is. We are off to hang with the sun tanned smiling attractive people, capitalism at its best. From ….
Stay tuned as we attempt to infiltrate Miami’s famed South Beach scene or at least not be eaten up and spit out by it. No if only our flight would be on time. This damn rain and wind in Boston and NYC could but a damper on the whole weekend… If all goes well our flight from NYC will arrive on time and we should arrive in time to blend in to the hot night life of Miami Beach’s fantastic and eye-appealing awe-inspiring club scene, with lots of short skirts by night and bikini bottoms by day – or simply hit the sack in an attempt to be ready for tomorrows activities, we are almost 50. Did I just say that almost 50 – Just more confirmation for enjoying the moments we have … life is short