Ashley and I got into Ft. Lauderdale Thursday night around 7. Just enough time to introduce her to the ocean, jump in for a bit and then go to dinner before crashing after our marathon 19 hour drive. I've been to Florida, but never to Ft. Lauderdale. Not really what I expected. It's kind of all over the place. Very wide variety of people and very different experiences in various areas. Our hotel is apparently in the old part of town. It's right on the beach, but there are some scary old people here. I saw a woman who must have been close to 90 and it looked like you could have just peeled her face off because she was way too tan and she had soooo much make up on .......and obviously the 80 plus years she spent in the sun prior to that had not helped her to age well. And her lips were popping off of her face, due to the bright fushia lipstick she had on. Wow.
And there is some sort of interesting lounge act going on in the bar area. An old man in white pants keeps singing renditions of newer songs in a Sinatra kind of way. We almost stopped for a bite in there, but after entering and stopping abruptly in our tracks when the music hit us, we promptly high tailed it out of there in search of a place that doesn't cater to the early bird crowd.
Everything is kind of spread out here and we had a hard time just finding a restaurant that was open at 10 PM. Weird. But the view from our room is fabulous and we're so close to the beach that you can feel the spray from the ocean from our balcony.
All in all not bad so far. I'll just steer clear of the lounge and everything should be ok.
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