Feverish Night
Dudes dancing at Mango's. It's a total flesh fest. (This photo by me.)
Miami Fever and I worked on an assignment together last night for Columbus Magazine, a publication from the Netherlands. Our goal was to cover Miami nightlife and we focused mainly on South Beach.
I'm not particularly into clubs so it was a wide-eyed experience for me. The best part was grabbing some pre-clubbing nosh at El Carajo, that tapas joint inside a gas station; however, for some random stranger at Mango's, the best part of his night was anonymously grabbing my ass. I don't know what it is about my ass, but a lot of people seem to want to grab it!
We also stopped at Score, the gay bar (see video below), which was not so gay as you'd think. I really like that place -- several hetero couples were there (ie, us so called "breeders"). Plus, you always have the option of having a drink outside on Lincoln Road when you want to take a break from the club. (Also, it was refreshing to know that no one would grab my ass at this bar. I don't think lesbians are so brazen, are they? I wouldn't know ...)
What was (and always is) truly heartbreaking is the sad faces of the bathroom attendants. I swear to you, in my years of living here, every single freakin' attendant is from Haiti. I always ask and the invariable answer is "Haiti." I hate it how some women just breeze in and out of the bathroom and primp in front of the mirror using all the cosmetics and hairspray without bothering to leave a tip. Please, if you go to pee in a club, please show a little compassion and at least leave a few cents on the plate for these women.
Anyway, what a combo, right? "Manola" and Miami Fever doing a story on nightlife. Fever's girlfriend was with us and God bless her -- because she was driving we were able to slip into a venue and come back to the car in a short amount of time. Otherwise, let me tell you, this party business and commuting in South Beach would've been an absolute cluster fuck. If you're going to club-hop be prepared to bring a big bag so you can switch from heels to flip flops and back. Ocean Drive is mad, mad, mad ... and you prefer to walk because it's bumper-to-bumper traffic so the taxi aint gonna get you there any faster. People are suprised when I call everything south of Dade Boulevard the "madhouse" ... but that's what it is!
More to come on this assignment adventure. I'm sure Fever took some amazing pix.
