The lounge area of the Breakers in Palm Beach has some very cool light-based sculptures. I’ve never seen anything quite like them. The hotel staff eyed me suspiciously as I went around with my tripod to get pictures. They kept looking at one another with a "I’m sure he got permission to do that" kinda look…
A few days ago I posted a picture of the storm at the airport here in Palm Beach. I was contemplating flying into the heart of the storm instead of sitting in a room full of attorneys for the day. Today I chose the latter and it was about as much fun as it sounds. It was my first time through this particular experience and it wasn’t what I would call a rockin’ good time. I wish I could have said, “Your honor, the witness (me) is being badgered” but there was no judge, just a bunch of lawyers quoting rules and regulations I’ve never heard of. I think, technically, lawyers have formed a sovereign nation who have created a set of rules that abstract them and all behavior from regular society. That’s another pseudo-sociological concept I am working on, but is a rather empty thing to really think about unless you are on a break in one of those badgering-sessions.
This always causes mild panic that I will be delayed in the airport. This was taken in Palm Beach, where I will be for a few days to meet with some attorneys. I don’t know if I would rather be in a plane in that storm or in a room full of attorneys… tough choice, really.
I missed my flight after that meeting, so I crashed here for the night at the Ritz-Carlton in Palm Beach. It’s called the Palm Beach one, but it was actually about 15 minutes away. The rooms were very nice and I spent most of the evening down in the bar, reading this new book I got called, “The Geography of Thought” that talks about how Asians think vs. how Westerners think.
It just so happened that I was at the hotel the same time as the South Florida Plastic Surgery convention, so I was surrounded at the bar by all these old plastic surgeons and their hot young botox buxom wives. They all were getting drunk and talking about all kinds of crazy stuff. They were talking about this one grandma that came in and they injected her with the knockout medicine, and she started talking openly about a bunch of crazy hardcore lesbian experiences and all the nurses were cracking up.
I heard a bunch more stories that I can’t talk about… but it was certainly more lewd than the gaming industry!
*(Pictures currently living a Craigslist “Casual Encounters” double life.)
This is a slow week for me because of personal stuff (I don’t post a lot of personal family stuff on my blog because of the creeps out there, and, also, because family blogs are usually pretty boring – I don’t think that anyone really cares if Ethan gets new bedsheets).
But here is a pic from last week when I was in Palm Beach taken from my friend’s pad who lives on Worth. You can see the damage done by the recent hurricane on the beach. There used to be sand all down the beach, and now you can see it is half washed away! They actually bring these huge ships in and pump in new sand from the intercoastal at the cost of millions of dollars. Only in Palm Beach would they pay millions to move sand 3 miles.*
Compare that to a picture I took a year earlier from about the same vantage point:*
*(Pictures lost in blog erosion.)
I got into Palm Beach late after a bad connection in Chicago. I was in a real hurry to get down to Fort Lauderdale for a meeting, and I quickly negotiated a very open and confusing deal with my driver. I told him I needed him to drive me around for the rest of the day and night. I told him I needed to go to Ft. Lauderdale while not sparing the horses, to wait outside while I had the meeting, to drive me back to Palm Beach, then to drive me to dinner, and then finally back to my hotel again.
After I got in the car, I realized that I really needed to pee, but I was late for the meeting and it was an hour away. I kept looking over there on the right at that champagne bottle, and I spent HALF the trip thinking about pouring out the champagne and peeing in the bottle. I thought of many many good reasons to justify the action, including that it was my limo for the day, and that is just the sort of thing that happens in limos.
At the end of the night, it came time to pay him. It was $260! The worst thing was, he wanted it in cash! I made him drive me to a grocery store so I could get his stupid money. Here he is with the money in his hand, and he will probably use it to launch some Nigerian email scam.
(Dear Humble Sirs or Madame, I have for you pictures in the sum of one (1) for this to take care of. Please to return send to my communication to receive your pictures. I kindly await your response at email@example.com.)