Ew.

The other night I was looking up things to go in the Miami area for when the LSAT is over and Danny has a break from school we can go do something called not studying. I came across this paragraph in the Lonely Planet Miami:

Little known fact: on the Eighth Day, God shook all the eccentrics of America into the nation’s Southeast corner pocket. And They Became South Florida. And It Was Weird.

Cruise down I-95 from the northeast corridor and at some point, near Richmond, you cross the invisible line separating the North from the South. Now go further, all the way to America’s tip. Somewhere around Orlando, you crossed another line, separating the rest of Florida from reality. Here in Miami, the Everglades and the Keys, things are a little Alice in Sweaty Wonderland. It’s the weather, y’know; all the humidity and hurricanes drive everyone a little crazy. And the alligators. And the mosquitoes.. And the people, of course.
What was once a citrus farming town is now a pan-American mosaic, the most Latin city in the world north of Mexico. Throw in enterprising Caribbean immigrants, Jewish Holocaust survivors and their children, a fantabulous gay party scene, mad rednecks, the cast-off spawn of the dinosaur age cruising local waterways, and a South Beach celebrity scene that would make OK! magazine wee itself in joy, and, well…Look guys: it’s weird here. And beautiful.
Which isn’t to say modern Miami lacks problems. This international city has both the cheerful energy and hungry Third World edge of the Caribbean and Latin America. Economic inequality is rampant, and the grandiose spirit of American capitalism has mixed with Miami’s Latin/Mediterranean flair, making the gulf between the haves and have-nots here seem particularly vast.
Sounds good? Come on down. The air feels like a silk kiss and the beach smells like lotion and hormones. Welcome to Miami. The party started five minutes ago.


Although I firmly believe that California also has its share of weird-ee's, allow me to further illustrate the author's point. Yesterday at work [note that I work in an elementary school/the city building] one of my lovely coworkers was asking me what I was going to do since Danny was out of town [side note, he is at an interview for dental school, yay!] I told her I was probably going to spend most of my time studying for the LSAT.

She told me I should go to a club that is known for its married folk. What? She explained that everyone who goes to this club is married (sometimes the married couples go together) and they "switch it up."

You may be wondering, what does "switch it up" mean? As did I. So I asked, "what does switch it up mean?"
"You know, you go meet someone else there and you can go home with them for the night. Switch your spouse up. Its understood that every one is married so thats the nice part about it."

Sadly, I knew what club she was talking about before she explained it because this was the SECOND time someone has referred me to this club. All I have to say is.... yikes spikes. All you folks who are planning a trip to visit need to bring your passports and space ships because it's a different world down here.