We spent the weekend in Miami for my mother’s birthday and then immediately launched back into a packed workweek back in D.C. I wanted to jot a few notes about the weekend before I forget everything…
It was my first time back to Miami in almost five years, and a lot has changed. I’ll cover the Miami trip in greater detail in posts during the coming weeks, but here are some quick observations:
I think this is awesome.
Mom and I went to the P.F. Chang’s in Mary Brickell village. A waitress told us to seat ourselves, and on our way to a table we passed a manager talking to a chef.
The manager was annoyed when he saw us:
Manager: “Next time when you come into the restaurant please wait to be seated.”
Me: “We were told to seat ourselves.”
Manager: “WHAT?”
Me: “They told us to seat ourselves.”
Manager: “WHO?”
Me: “A waitress. I dunno.”
Manager: “Well they are smoking crack!”
The manager then stormed off as if he was going to beat the waitress. The chef was mortified and approached our table.
Chef: “Thank you for coming to P.F. Chang’s. We appreciate your business and hope you have a pleasurable dining experience.”
The message was clear: “Sorry the manager is a hot mess. I’m not involved in this.”
This week,
– Canned Salmon isn’t a great idea.
– Uni Miami At night (they redid Hecht’s lobby, the new architecture school looks like a mosque)
– Me, Jose R. at “Me and You and Everyone We Know” which made up for last week’s terrible movies.
– Screaming (“debating”) about OPEC for six hours on the boardwalk. (and I was right, by the way)
– A few long midnights
– This was a vacation week, time to regroup. “This novel isn’t writing itself!”
