Karl was visiting Miami this weekend. We took him to an NBA game, an NCAA scrimmage game, and the fucking Waffle House…he’s practically an American now.
Billy and I met Alain Friday at the Heat game. Karl met us there later. We caught most of the 4th quarter. Just to recap: Alain recently moved to Miami from Haiti; Karl lives in Jamaica and was visiting for the weekend.
Oh, Pat Riley.
We left and went out.
Saturday we drove to Boca Raton to see FAU’s scrimmage game and watch Coach Schnellenberger do his thing.
Ha. Billy and I saw FAU play the Gators in Gainesville in November.
FAU sucks.
…but Schnellenberger is the man.
Billy and I decided to take Karl to the Waffle House, an American institution.
Pigs.
I got a salad. Yeah, Waffle House has salads. I wouldn’t recommend them.
Always has me by the balls.
Saturday night, we went to Fox’s with Kei. She was sleepy. Or roofied.
Billy, Karl, and I went to a karaoke dive bar.
They were both surprisingly good. After, we went to Bella Rose. It was 2 am or so.
When we left at 4 am, I recall being a bit heartbroken that Karl and I wouldn’t be able to go to Secrets, the ghetto strip club in North Miami, because it was too late. But then I remembered that last call in the Mi-yayo is 5 am!
(Karl and Billy talked me out of going.)
You see some interesting shit on I-95 in the middle of the night:
Mmm.
Sunday, Karl had to catch a flight back to Jamaica. We drove around, narrowly escaped a sick crash on I-95, and spent too long in CVS so Karl could look for useless crap to buy and take back to Jamaica.
Overtown:
This guy climbed the pole…
…to talk to some bitch in the window.
Sunday night, Billy and I went to dinner with Dave and Stephanie.
We had a drink at this sweet pub afterwards.
Tags: basketball, clubs, fau, florida, football, jamaica, miami, miami heat, schnellenberger
