Normalcy has.returned to South Beach. Gone are the thugs, the "Yo, faggot", the guns (56 confiscated at clubs), and some of the partiers themselves with 1009 arrested. On a drive more familiar with Bentleys and Rolls' we hopefully won't see monstrosities like this for a while. There was only one club murder, but several stabbings. Remarkably, many businesses finished their "renovations" and reopened or decided it was again safe to stay open after 6PM. A customer asked me tonight "How will we ever stop it?" and all I could say was, "It has to be a takeoff on the old phrase, 'You vote with your feet'. This one is you vote with your locks."


I noticed the girl in orange looking Ditmar up and down, making eyes at him and followed her to her table. They were all from Atlanta and enjoying the clubs. I gave her the name of a doorman at Opium Garden, as they were headed there that last night, and knew he would remember me from my days (or nights) at Level with Gerry Kelly. One of the girls asked if we played any Beyonce and my eyes rolled thinking of Jesse (they rolled nearly into The Atlantic). I said, "Why, yes; I think we do." (knowing too well that our kah-ween manager, Raymond--who thinks he's Beyonce--had a huge collection). We put one on and the party began.

Back to the sweet life of South Beach.