this is *so* not my scene
Jan. 28th, 2007 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madbaker4 AM alarm notwithstanding, I'm glad I took the 7 AM flight -- my boss had the next flight out at 11 AM, but it was over three hours late. This meant that he missed dinner in South Beach.
They took us to The Blue Door, a funky bar/restaurant. Quite trendy: lots of alcoves for private canoodling, and the seats by the pool were beds. So you can lie down with your drinks and snog, I suppose. It was amusing to walk through but I was glad that I wasn't part of the meat market. Oh, the food was decent but it was mainly about the decor.
Does this make me an Old FartTM? Then again, even when I was young and single this wasn't my scene.
What I'm reading: William Dietz, Logos Run
They took us to The Blue Door, a funky bar/restaurant. Quite trendy: lots of alcoves for private canoodling, and the seats by the pool were beds. So you can lie down with your drinks and snog, I suppose. It was amusing to walk through but I was glad that I wasn't part of the meat market. Oh, the food was decent but it was mainly about the decor.
Does this make me an Old FartTM? Then again, even when I was young and single this wasn't my scene.
What I'm reading: William Dietz, Logos Run
