After the 7 days at sea, I decided to spend the next
couple of days holed up in in a Ft. Lauderdale hotel reading the week's
worth of email during the day and partying at night.
Much of our time seemed to be spent either on the beach or
at
a little cluster of bars and restaurants
that included the best ever
Hooters,
and a dueling piano singalong bar (and associated franchised Sloppy Joe's) called
Howl at the Moon.
Howl served up some deadly evil drinks that got both of us pretty messed up.
Capt Neil had never
been to a Hooters, so we made sure his first experience was a good one.
He'll be back, he says now.
