Most of the day Saturday was spent lounging. Egads! More relaxing? Yes.
We hopped a shuttle to the Mai Kai around 4:30. Saw some of Ft. Lauderdale we hadn't seen yet, more of the stupid money bits...then a more "reality" based version of the city. Not a bad Burg...but we don't plan on leaving Texas, so don't roll out the welcome wagon.
How does one describe the Mai Kai? Adult Disneyland? A throwback to a "Classier" time? A wallet gouging pit of high octane fruity drinks and hula girls with tramp stamps? A little bit of all the above. It was a spectacle to be sure. But we were over it pretty quickly. After the "show" we were ready to bolt. It was gonna be nearly an hour before the shuttles started running again. The decision was made to hop a cab and get the hell out of Dodge. It was cheaper than waiting.
After arriving safely back at the hotel, we strolled over to the Bahia Cabana bar. Legend has it that actor Nick Nolte had them institute a 7 a.m. Happy Hour. This is a fun place. The people watching is epic. It's the kind of place where the filthy rich mingle with just the plain filthy...and all points in between. Good times.
It's now Sunday morning as I type this. We're packing up and getting ready to head home to Tejas. Another cab ride, another trip through airport hell, then home. Ready to go, but not too.
Hukilau. Would we do it again? Maybe. The people we met, and the relaxing we scored, made the trip for us. The event is very well organized, and from our vantage point went off without a hitch. I could probably make it the rest of my life without going back to the Mai Kai. Overcrowded, overpriced, and over the top...the schtick is just a little too thick.
Thanks to anyone that read through this self indulgent travel journal. Maybe there will be more down the line. I'll try to do better if there is a next time.
There's a stupid amount of money in Ft Lauderdale. $15 million yachts parked at the "curbs" of $40 million homes. People that own more than a couple of these homes, and pay over $40K a month in property taxes on each one. Crazy, stupid amounts of money, and no matter hard I looked...I couldn't find piles of it anywhere. Maybe next trip.
Don't weep for me though...the good times keep rolling.
I wanna be this guy when I grow up...
Didn't get his name or know anything about him, but he is obviously a profound and worldly gentleman of the highest order. We should all have a little "him" in us.
Monkey masks? Check. Flight suits? Check. Surf guitars turned to 11? Check. The Disastronauts will rock your lame ass!
Will grown women hula hoop to the cheers of more grown people for cheap prizes? Yes they will.
We're having a hoot of a time, with more projected.
Saturday night brings dinner at the The Mai Kai a 50 year old Tiki bar/restaurant. Awesome!
Imagine going to a Trekkie convention after only seeing one episode of Star Trek (if you're not old enough to get my graying pop culture reference, blame your parents,or grandparents, for not procreating sooner). That's sort of what going to a Tiki festival is like if you only have an entry level interest in things Polynesian...minus, of course, Vulcans, Klingons, and Phasers set on "Stun".
We've met some cool people, and seen some cool stuff, but we're definitely the neophytes in this festival of floral patterned polyester. The lovely Mrs. MMS and I, are big fans of Mid Century Modern design/style. The Tiki thing, to us, is an offshoot of that. To be honest, the devotion of our fellow festival goers to this little sliver of pop history is either Saintly, or maybe a bit kooky. To be equally honest, I've never understood zealots no matter their preferred kink. A little goes a long way for me.
But damn...these Technicolor Tikiphiles party HARD. There were "after parties" scheduled long after we called it quits...and that's just for today...the whole thing is over Sunday.
Check out The Intoxicators. They're a nitro-charged Surf band with one of the best song titles of all time..."Prostitutes in a Clown Car". We met Adam, the bass player, and his family (some of the aforementioned "cool people") earlier in the day. Good times.
This is completely insane. We have nothing to do, nowhere to go. We are, in fact, relaxing. Laying about poolside, listening to an oldies mix courtesy of the hotel...watching old people slather on sunscreen...relaxing is hard work.