From red carpet to kickoff
Still at least an hour away from kickoff but Robbie Gould looks like he's prime form - I've been watching the Bears kicker nail long field goals for the last 10 minutes.
Ten minutes, of course, is about 90 minutes less than it took me to get to the stadium on the media shuttle from a South Beach hotel. Traffic was a complete disaster, though most of it was right around the stadium (leading you to believe that an efficient system wasn't designed to keep everyone moving). Nonetheless, I know no one wants to hear complaints about someone who is at the Super Bowl, so let's turn our attention instead to more gossipy stuff.
The Fiancee joined me down here for the weekend and we hit a pair of CBS parties; on Friday, a beach bash at the Loews Hotel turned spectacular when Prince and his crew showed up and played an extended set. As good as that was, however, the best part was when Prince took a break and hung out with his crew (including the smoking-hot identical twin backup dancers) and nibbled on chips. It was like at a Sweet 16 party or something - even Prince's band needs to take a break while the DJ plays, apparently.
The next night we hit a great spot for dinner called Pacific Time (excellent sea bass) and then went to a party at the far end of South Beach. On a normal night there are two clubs operating separately (one called Prive and the other called Opium Garden) but CBS had rented out both and, in the words of The Fiancee, put on "the most decadent thing I've ever been at."
The highlight for her was having her picture taken with David Spade; the highlight for me was the chocolate fountain where you could dip everything from pretzels to strawberries.
Note to self: Several DJs, great music and chocolate on a stick is always a solid combination for a memorable time.
Ten minutes, of course, is about 90 minutes less than it took me to get to the stadium on the media shuttle from a South Beach hotel. Traffic was a complete disaster, though most of it was right around the stadium (leading you to believe that an efficient system wasn't designed to keep everyone moving). Nonetheless, I know no one wants to hear complaints about someone who is at the Super Bowl, so let's turn our attention instead to more gossipy stuff.
The Fiancee joined me down here for the weekend and we hit a pair of CBS parties; on Friday, a beach bash at the Loews Hotel turned spectacular when Prince and his crew showed up and played an extended set. As good as that was, however, the best part was when Prince took a break and hung out with his crew (including the smoking-hot identical twin backup dancers) and nibbled on chips. It was like at a Sweet 16 party or something - even Prince's band needs to take a break while the DJ plays, apparently.
The next night we hit a great spot for dinner called Pacific Time (excellent sea bass) and then went to a party at the far end of South Beach. On a normal night there are two clubs operating separately (one called Prive and the other called Opium Garden) but CBS had rented out both and, in the words of The Fiancee, put on "the most decadent thing I've ever been at."
The highlight for her was having her picture taken with David Spade; the highlight for me was the chocolate fountain where you could dip everything from pretzels to strawberries.
Note to self: Several DJs, great music and chocolate on a stick is always a solid combination for a memorable time.
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