Good times always tend to be right around the corner for me. I woke up this morning to a call asking if I’d like to come down to South Beach for a wild weekend. I am not one to pass up a good time with good friends so I was in the car and on the road within 5 minutes. About 5.5 hours later I was sitting at the beach drinking Presidentes.
One thing tends to lead to another when you put The Horse and myself together. After a great Cuban meal at El Tropico we moved down to the Porter House. A well known establishment directly on A1A and the perfect spot to spend the next 10 hours people watching, telling stories, and making new friends.