South Beach
Miami
Feb. 9, 2006
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.
