Last Night
Sorry I am late getting to this, but we had the usual assortment of press conferences this morning. Got out a bit last night in South Beach, and a good time was had by all.
My buddy Michael has a condo down here, and he cooked a little Southern dinner last night for some friends. Chicken with a hearty gravy, some mashed potatoes, a little vino. Good stuff.
Seems like no one goes out until 11 - reminds me of college - so we headed down to this cocktail party on the beach. Sprint has set up a big glass house out there, which is supposed to be inhabited by the likes of Mark Wahlberg, Jessica Simpson, Chris Rock and LL Cool J once the bigtimers get down here tomorrow. Jeremy Riffle, the PR guy behind all of these beach activities, showed us around.
On Thursday, there's a celebrity flag football game going on - we're on the list - and a bunch of parties Friday and Saturday down there. J Lo is performing. I can't stand her music, but what the heck. We'll check it out and report back. Jeremy is hooking us up huge.
So last night we're about to leave Jeremy's party and this short, perky, gregarious woman starts nipping at our heels. She overhears me talking to my friend about my job or something, and immediately launches into this huge sales pitch for the city of Hollywood, Florida. Only thing is, she is falling-on-her-face drunk, and her spiel is extolling the virtues of some of Florida's elicit pleasures.
Weird.
Honestly, she would start a sentence while standing to my left, and about halfway through she would be on the other side, like she was doing some kind of inebriated electric slide. We literally could not get away from here. My boy Don made a well-executed dash for the bathroom - veteran move - and I'm stuck in the sand with this chick, and now she's making a b-line for the exit with my press credential in her hands.
Thankfully, some of her pals from the Hollywood Tourism board or whatever showed up and I got the credential back (I think she would have eventually relented without their help, but, come on, we had a bar to get to and last call was approaching.)
So we hopped in a cab over to Diddy's spot, The Delano. Killer hotel. Luckily, Michael, the dude who cooked dinner, and his boy Sylvain are like regulars there, otherwise I don't think the guys at the velvet rope were letting us through.
The lobby is gorgeous and huge. Everything is glistering and looked like it had been purchased that afternoon. There is a beautiful patio area on the back and one of the swankest bars I have seen. White curtains were draped around the walls, creating private areas for lounging, and the people we met were all genuinely cool.
Not the kind of place I would ever hang out in normally - $9 domestic beers; $15 for a mixed drink (I'm on a short-leash with the expense account my friends). So I split a beer with two dudes I met at the bar from Toledo (okay, the finances are not quite that bad).
Tonight there's nothing major going on. Thursday we'll check out the flag football game, we've got Prince's press conference and by tomorrow night it should be raging on South Beach.
By Jason La Canfora |
January 31, 2007; 1:48 PM ET
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Posted by: mile high | January 31, 2007 1:55 PM
And just how did she get her hands on your credentials in the first place?
Posted by: cload and daggar | January 31, 2007 2:07 PM
File that one under: travel stories not to tell the missus.
'Glistering' is a fab new coinage. Damn, the Lancer's new throwback helmets are glistering!
Posted by: Nate in the PDX | January 31, 2007 2:12 PM
Just like reading Jason's posts is one of RI's elicit pleasures.
Posted by: cload and daggar | January 31, 2007 2:15 PM
And just how did she get her hands on your credentials in the first place?
cload and daggar I was about to ask the same question. LMAO
Posted by: jm220 | January 31, 2007 2:16 PM
OK,OK
Jason - have you had a chance to eat at the Blue Door? It's been awhile since I've been there, but I recall that was a fabulous eats.
P Diddy?
*hugs*
Posted by: SallieMae | January 31, 2007 2:24 PM
Some place like 980 Prime right across from Nikki Beach Club has decent steaks and the best Potatoes au Gratin I have ever tasted in my life.
You should go, have the $15 Gratin and leave. I'm telling they are that good.
Posted by: Skinz | January 31, 2007 2:28 PM
Diamond Dolls has a great dinner special
Posted by: Bangbros | January 31, 2007 2:38 PM
Who's on these celeb futbol teams?? Are we talking a legit game or will Flava Flav be throwing brunell passes to Horatio Sanz for a 3 yard loss?
I expect to see Balushi, Candy and Farley on the O-line. sorry sallie, i kid once again.
Posted by: Dorf | January 31, 2007 2:42 PM
Credentials - she asked me if i had a business card, but that's not how I roll. So I took the credential out of my sport coat to show her, and she snatched it and took of in a stumbling dash for the exit. For reals.
bangbros - you have a one track mind my man. good to have you back.
I am going to try to sneak in a decent meal out here, but it's pretty hectic with all the stuff going on.
glistering. i kill me. that's definitely a keeper.
Posted by: Jason La Canfora | January 31, 2007 2:45 PM
All Mason alumni become lifetime members of the Alumni Association upon graduation!
Membership certainly has its privileges. Upon graduating from George Mason University, alumni automatically become lifetime members of the association, which is a totally free membership!
Posted by: kevin D | January 31, 2007 2:46 PM
I heard Bill Polina is poised to make some glistering offseason moves to reload the Colts, win or lose Sunday.
Posted by: Nate in the PDX | January 31, 2007 2:51 PM
JLC,
I think the question everyone wants to ask is if "credentials" is a euphamism.
I mean C'mon, if I'm going to live vicariously through you she needs to run off with your tighty whiteys or something.
Posted by: evan | January 31, 2007 2:57 PM
Always struck me as odd that Candy and Farley's final film roles were both in 'costume comedies' set in the frontier west... "Wagons East" and "Almost Heroes" as I recall were the titles.
I haven't seen either one of these duds out of respect for the dead, but I bet they are both head and shoulders above "The Guardian," which should be Kevin Costner's final film purely from a please-have-mercy-on-the-viewing-public perspective.
Posted by: Nate in the PDX | January 31, 2007 2:57 PM
Gotta say, totally love the Super Bowl blogging. Keep it up JLaC! I REALLY want to hear all about the Penthouse Party :-)
It's been a while since my last visit to Miami (which, ahem, is synonymous with South Beach for me), so my restaurant recommendations would be out of date, anyway. Sounds like JLaC has his friend to help out, though.
I LOVE the Delano.
Posted by: P Diddy | January 31, 2007 2:58 PM
Ok I found it, it's called Prime 112.
Funny story to go along with it:
We tried to get a reservation for outside, prior to flying down, but they told us that it was a 2 week wait. So because of it's proximity to the place we were staying we got an inside reservation.
We were on a three day bender and one morning early while still a bit tipsy one of my friends poured hot wax in anothers hair.
We immediately went to the beach and it was so hot that he couldn't get it out of his hair. He'd jump in the ocean then try and peel it away, but it took him all day and didn't do anything for his already lacking game with women.
So to get back at the guy who did it , he poured an entire bottle of cologne on him while he slept. He was passed out for like 3 more hours and it really soaked in.
Needless to say he wreaked (sp?). After like two showers he still stank. Our rez to Prime 112 was that night and they "made" us sit outside because he smelled so bad.
Posted by: Skinz | January 31, 2007 2:59 PM
That credential story is sure is credible. After all ... drunk women talking about elicit pleasures always want to see that glistering sportwriter credential thang ...
Posted by: AL | January 31, 2007 2:59 PM
A game of fill in the blank. We're going to need a one-syllable plural nickname for the new nickname.
"Hail to the Lancers!
Hail victory!
[ ] on the warpath!
Fight for old DC!"
Watch your step on this one, bangbros.
Posted by: Nate in the PDX | January 31, 2007 3:00 PM
JLaC - Do you have a mean streak?? That broad wouldn't have gotten 1 1/2 steps away with my press credentials. I would have yanked her hair/neck/skirt or whatever I could have grabbed hold of. What if whe was a terriost trying to get access to the SB and blew it up? You would be in trouble then, buddy.......
Posted by: 4th Floor | January 31, 2007 3:11 PM
How about "Spears on the warpath!"
Posted by: Redcoat | January 31, 2007 3:11 PM
Damn 4th coming hard today, lol
Posted by: jm220 | January 31, 2007 3:14 PM
" Lo is performing. I can't stand her music, but what the heck."
Uh, you just drink a lot and then you start dancing. Then you don't give a f how bad the music is.
Posted by: charlie | January 31, 2007 3:17 PM
JLaC's unedited post from today:
"...this short, perky, gregarious woman starts nipping at our heels. She overhears me talking to my friend about my job, and this blog that I do. She said, 'Oh my, your'e THE JLaC?!?!'. I love you and the RI crew." So she takes my, um, press credential in her hands and the next thing I know, I'm stuck in the sand with this chick. But since I'm a married man, I made a well executed dash back inside, and I split a beer with two dudes I met at the bar from Toledo."
Posted by: 4-12 | January 31, 2007 3:49 PM
P Diddy -
Whats up with that computer programmer at your company that is missing on his boat near SF? I saw a story on him last night
Posted by: T | January 31, 2007 4:00 PM
Don't sleep on the Mihammy Deviled Eggs and cougars, they go hand in hand down there.
Posted by: Brewers Hill | January 31, 2007 4:01 PM
I assume y'all have read Dave Barry's Super Bowl media column. Funny.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/01/30/AR2007013002055.html
Posted by: charlie | January 31, 2007 4:03 PM
Deviled eggs in the sand. Yummy.
cougar capital of the world down here.
the credential story is 100-percent legit.
Skinz - that's top-notch prank material there. how lonk did your boy stink? a week or two?
Posted by: Jason La Canfora | January 31, 2007 4:16 PM
JLa,
He's French so we could barely tell the difference. 13 months later he still smells the same to me.
Posted by: Skinz | January 31, 2007 4:38 PM
"...But since I'm a married man, I let her "glister my credentials" a little while, made a well executed dash back inside, and split a beer with two dudes I met at the bar from Toledo."
Posted by: cload and daggar | January 31, 2007 9:35 PM
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Love the Delano. Not sure if you saw it, JLa, but there is a life sized chess board out back just before you hit the beach. Completely out of place anywhere but Miami....ah, what a fun 3 yrs.