Cool is the rule
I've heard the weather back home is typically beastly, as it usually gets this time of year. Stiffling heat and humidity, enough to make you melt or collapse or at the very least, feel like biting the head off the first person to look at you funny.
My antidote is to stay in this hotel. It's very nice. And the locals are very warm, despite the surroundings.
And if you're in Stockholm to escape the midwest sweatbath, you can always knock back some fine vodka at the Absolut Ice Bar, in which everything is made of ice, including the glasses.
posted by The Inside Dope @ 7/21/2005
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"Stockholm will be like Florida 10 years from now!"
---You mean full of Republicans? Stockholm RULES!!!
I'm assuming that's sarcasm. I'm not sure there was anything unintelligent about my comment. You are sensitive like an open sore, diehard. Have a drink.
Yeah, I can see it. Stockholm just like Florida. Full of whack job Cuban's who used to be the elite in Cuba's bad old days who want the U.S. to invade Cuba so they can take back their property and lord over the island again, and full of religious nuts of all stripes, full of old retired New Yorkers, Canadians, Danes, Germans, multi-millionaire Bolivian and Columbian drug merchants and dealers, crawling with Haitian refugees, crooked lawyers, real estate shysters, tourist traps, sleazy motels, a pawn shop and a strip club and a baptist church on every block.
Toothless rednecks bumping into swishy gays next to grandma and grandpa from Iowa, and some of the world's worst and most abusive worker camps where imported workers are literally slaves to sugar barrons cutting cane in the beastly tropical heat, only a stone's throw from Palm Beach and the homes of some of the wealthiest people in the world who buy $150 million dollar classic mansions on the ocean, tear it down, and put up a more glitzy, obnoxious mansion in it's place, and then stay there only a month or so during the "season." Homes with a yacht bigger than most city blocks with a damn helipad onboard. A town that once sought to have all "dark" people who work as gardeners and other servants carry ID cards or else not be allowed across the bridge to the place. Home of "Hillbilly Heroin" king Rush Limbaugh and his foreign maid who he asked to go score Oxycontin for him and then didn't pay, which lead to her spilling the beans.
Rabid gun nuts and utopian communes, beach bums and uptight New Yorkers, mafia clubs all over the place, and more money flowing around than what's in God's bank account, which accounts for all the bodies found half eaten in the swamps just outside town.
And Jeb Bush running the whole damn insane place.
Once again... AWESOME!! Your vivid, (and stunningly well-written), description of Florida has me jonesing to put on a leisure shirt, make a drink and fire up a smoke. Alas, I will probably spend another twenty minutes on the stool to shake out what's left of the Chuck'E'Cheese hotwings and BBQ chicken pizza. Such is the unglamorous life of a father of three.
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