Feb. 9, 2006
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Somewhere in South Beach, they lured us in out of the neon night,
with loud techno music and dancing women. Sat us right up front
and brought us a $250 bottle of tequila and six shot glasses. As we
began to toss back shots, I realized with mild panic that I was out with
a handful of 30ish Norsemen -- way out of this beer-drinking dad's
league. But I played along. It had
been a lot of years since I actually saw a woman sing, "It's Raining Men,"
but I saw that here, along with plenty of nicely synchronized belly shaking
and hip swinging. Still, it was not enough to lure one of our Singapore-based
colleagues away from the temptations of his Blackberry.