Fabulous.

Just spent a sun filled 24 hours in South Beach. So many meetings squeezed into such a quick trip plus flying two consecutive days made me feel like a fancy businessman - but without the suite and first class upgrades.

Sometimes I need trips like this to remind me why I choose this 95% snore inducing line of work.

(the view from my balcony)

While touring the meeting space I noticed this little fellow and his identical twin:

They are normally used as food & beverage display props, but my group is way too fancypants for such things and won't need them. Of course this meant I asked for them to be placed in my hotel room for the duration of my next visit - a week in September.

I wasn't kidding.

They didn't appear to find it a strange request at all. I mean, stranger people wander the halls of their hotel every single day:

70% of the people staying at the hotel had British accents. But only this one blatantly advertising his heritage. Not sure why I found it so hilarious, since I'm sure at any poolside in the deep south you would find 90% of people sporting a get up with an American or confederate flag.

I wandered the streets on my one night in town but unfortunately forgot my camera. To sum up:

1. The color yellow is huge in apparel in South Beach. Mari would be pleased.

2. At night you cannot tell the regular women from the prostitutes. (This would probably apply during the day except I'm pretty sure the prostitutes only work the night shift.)

3. There are not nearly as many flamboyant gay Latin men as movies had led me to expect. Highly disappointing.

4. Every other store front is a tattoo parlor. A strangely irresistable tattoo parlor.