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On Sunday, I enjoyed margaritas on the beach. Eventually. Drinking the margaritas was easy. Getting to some place where I could drink margaritas was more of a challenge. Why? Because it was so busy at the Fort Lauderdale beach on Sunday. It seems to be gettier busier down there as the summer goes along, not slower. That’s sure how it looked this beautifully clear weekend.
By the time we left for the beach, it was about 3:30 or so. Sunny and warm, of course. I was driving my convertible with the top down, listening to some nice tunes. My girlfriend, Gwendolyn, and I were planning to catch a boat ride up to Shooter’s on the Intracoastal, but that didn’t work out for reasons I won’t bore you with. So we hopped back into the car and rolled our way up A1A. I tried to pull into my usual parking spot, the lot at Fort Lauderdale’s South Beach, but a line of cars already idled ahead of me. The lot looked nearly full anyway so, we drove on. People were everywhere. Spread out all over the sand and all over the sidewalks. Bars and restaurants were packed. Throngs of folks were bunched under beach umbrellas. We couldn’t believe it.
After passing the mass of beachgoers around Las Olas, we kept driving north for a ways until the crowd thinned out a bit. I found a parking space at a meter. But even a block from A1A, there weren’t many spaces left. We ended up at Trina, the bar and restaurant at The Atlantic hotel. By now, we were dying for those margaritas, but also for some salsa and chips to go with the drinks. The bartender went out of his way to accommodate us. “We usually only serve these at the pool,” he explained, setting down the salsa and chips at our oceanside table. “But I pulled a few strings!” We were glad he did. The drinks were excellent and the food seemed like just the right salty, spicy accent on a hot day. We lingered for quite a while on The Atlantic’s front patio, watching the languid jade sea. It was all a very pleasant Sunday afternoon, sipping cocktails and munching chips and taking in the beach on a late June weekend. We just had a lot more company than we’d expected.
By the time we left for the beach, it was about 3:30 or so. Sunny and warm, of course. I was driving my convertible with the top down, listening to some nice tunes. My girlfriend, Gwendolyn, and I were planning to catch a boat ride up to Shooter’s on the Intracoastal, but that didn’t work out for reasons I won’t bore you with. So we hopped back into the car and rolled our way up A1A. I tried to pull into my usual parking spot, the lot at Fort Lauderdale’s South Beach, but a line of cars already idled ahead of me. The lot looked nearly full anyway so, we drove on. People were everywhere. Spread out all over the sand and all over the sidewalks. Bars and restaurants were packed. Throngs of folks were bunched under beach umbrellas. We couldn’t believe it.
After passing the mass of beachgoers around Las Olas, we kept driving north for a ways until the crowd thinned out a bit. I found a parking space at a meter. But even a block from A1A, there weren’t many spaces left. We ended up at Trina, the bar and restaurant at The Atlantic hotel. By now, we were dying for those margaritas, but also for some salsa and chips to go with the drinks. The bartender went out of his way to accommodate us. “We usually only serve these at the pool,” he explained, setting down the salsa and chips at our oceanside table. “But I pulled a few strings!” We were glad he did. The drinks were excellent and the food seemed like just the right salty, spicy accent on a hot day. We lingered for quite a while on The Atlantic’s front patio, watching the languid jade sea. It was all a very pleasant Sunday afternoon, sipping cocktails and munching chips and taking in the beach on a late June weekend. We just had a lot more company than we’d expected.
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