I was an hour and a half late for Jesse's send off on the roof of Cafeteria; I am never late and took my body's warning not to go near the bar. Edison Farrow graciously greeted every guest; what a pro.

The roof was packed and the the mood festive. The cold snap is finally over, it was 70 degrees at 11PM, and nothing makes the residents of South Beach as happy as when they can be in short sleeves (or backless dresses). Everyone talked about taking it easy this week and, yet, there they were sipping cocktails and comparing beads. Ironically, while discussing the question, "Do you ever feel guilty about the utterly shallow existance we seem to lead", I was looking at Carl Fisher's office building, the site of The Van Dyke restaurant. I could see the penthouse he used to bring prospective land buyers up to in the 20's. The answer was simple: Carl never intended this island to be anything else than a non-stop party. How you handle it determines if you survive.