Monday, not such a bad day after all, at least not when you are on vacation. Woke up, had to go to UPS to ship a Scarface plaque DAS bought and those records from Grooveman to NY ... $53, yikes. Anyway, I also had to haggle with this shoe store lady because she sold DAS some flip flops on Saturday which were supposed to be thong flip flops but were actually slides, and about two sizes too big. I wanted just to get a smaller size, but she did not have any, so she gave me a store credit and I went to their sister store about a block away. I ended up buying him some fancy-schmancy Lacoste flip-flops cause they were the only ones in the store in the right size. Oh well.
I came back at 11 cause we'd booked massages by the pool. How decadent... The masseuses came up to our room instead because they said something about it being too hot outside. Our room was not designed to hold two massage beds in it though, so I ended up going outside with my masseuse by the pool while DAS stayed in the room.
The massage was nice but somewhat noisy as trucks kept whizzing by. It was relazing though and I was pretty much able to zone out. After about 45 minutes the masseuse said she was getting too hot and could only continue for a few more minutes. I was fine, but she was apparently not so fine. She finished up a few minutes later and I went back to the room. DAS was stil getting his massage and looked really peaceful so I left and went by the pool for a bit.
About 15 minutes later, he and the masseuse appeared in the lobby. I felt somewhat gypped by my masseuse and called the Miami City Massage. The receptionist called me Elizabeth and told me there was nothing she could do. I told her to have her manager call me. She called back later and said she'd give $10 off. I was fine with that. It is the whole idea of not getting what you pay for, especially when they're quite a bit!
We cooled off in the pool for awhile and enjoyed the nice chloriney water.
SoBe was beckoning and we drove back to our favorite and shady street, Washington... It started to rain really heavily so we pulled into a parking space and listened to a Josh Wink Cd pretty loudly while the thunder and lighting and torrential rain was pouring down all around us. We stayed in the spot for about 5 minutes and then realized that the street was flooding beneath us. So we decided to drive on...
We had to plow through some pretty deep water and Fritz handled admirably. I think in 2010, an A4 will be in my future, but then I'll have to change my name to A4Girl. I guess I'll have to think about all of that.
Once the rain subsided, we found less flooded parking and went back to Washington. We found a couple of new stores including Funky Urban Klothes. The Sales Guy, Chris, was very helpful and told us that on Monday nights, Tantra, is the best place to go and have a good time. He also suggested Espanola as a nice street to eat and walk around. We'd seen it the day before, but not ventured forth.
So, we went back to Grooveman (to buy more vinyl) and then to Espanola Way where we ate outside at Cafe Nuvo. Mojitos for both of us, actually mine was an Oranjito, and Fettuccine Bolognese for DAS and Penne with Salmon for me. The Salmon was kind of overtly fishy tasting so I only ate a little bit of it and most of the pasta. After lunch we went to more stores :) and then back to the hotel for a little rest. We decided that we would go to Tantra as it sounded like a good time.
http://www.tantrarestaurant.com/index2.html
After making ourselves look spiffy, we drove back to Washington where we found parking to be fairly easy. We found the club after a long walk down a dark Espanola Way. There was a small line but we were able to enter easily... very dark inside with a grass floor and kama sutra-ish photos and decor. After obtaining requisite drinks, we settled outselves (standing) by the bar to wait for a table for dinner. We were promised that it would not be more than ten minutes. Two drinks and about thirty minutes later, we decided to go eat somewhere else and maybe come back for the clubbing later.
Yah, so we left, but not before I told the doorman we'd be back. He said that there'd be a cover of $20 for my better half, but nothing for me. So we left. We walked back down Espanola and stopped at the first place with people. Tapas and Taquerias or some such thing. I had some eggs and potatoes and DAS had fried calamari with a weird spicy pink sauce and some fried jumbo shrimp. Both of us left the place feeling kind of ill, but at least we were no longer hungry. DAS was not really into going back to Tantra, he did not like being made to wait, etc., but I also did not want the place to get the best of us. So back we went. The line was longer and we waited on back of it. People piled up. I told one bouncer that we were back and he was like"give me a second" which meant nothing. Then a minute later, I saw the guy I originally spoke to... He let us right in. DAS was very proud of me.
The place was jammed with people. It was dark, the bass was loud and the guy on steel drums was awesome. We went to the back bar and got some drinks and then weaved our way back to the front by the DJ and band. There is not really a dance floor at this place, just two bars, lots of dining tables and a lounge area with some plush seats. Many people looking tres chic (and not so chic) were walking by dressed to impress no doubt. One girl was wearing short shorts, a white long sleeved sateen blouse and white slouchy boots. Uhh, I don't care what fashion magazine that was in, truly horrific. Anyway, the place was hopping and we danced and had a really good time. At one point DAS goes, "look there's Paris Hilton." And this girl who looked a lot like Paris walked by in very close proximity to us. We said, "Hey Paris" and she kind of said "hey" back and nodded, but I didn't really believe it really was Paris and just kept on dancing and enjoying this true club experience.
At one point, the place really started to get crowded and we could hardly dance or move, so DAS, being the club expert, said that this was the best time to leave. I agreed because I'd had my fun. As we left, many people were still clamoring to get in, so I felt happy that we'd been there and done that and lived to tell the tale.
Sleep was quick to find us on this night.
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