Escape From The Roach Motel
Had a great tour of South Beach from my buddy Michael, from Detroit, who owns some property down here. Getting acclimated a bit now. It's pretty ridiculous down here. A lot to take in along the visual smorgasbord.
Need to get Lauren a birthday present at some point and need a new battery for my watch. But at least I figured out where the media center is, which is no small feat. This is the Do It Yourself Super Bowl. Detroit was as helpful as could be; here, in the land of the beautiful people, it's every media bozo for himself. The jokers at my hotel had no idea where to catch the media shuttle, even though they are allegedly an NFL media hotel.
I have a sliver of a chance to escape this place, and the crazed Toucan-like creature that resides at its bar. We found an open room in another hotel, but my crack den wants to charge me for the full week even if I check out tonight, which the powers that be at my paper won't go for.
Wish me well. I'll need all the help I can get on this one. Planning on quite the confrontation at the front desk.
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