Miami Beach, Somewhere Back In Time

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Satan's Angel recalls the nightlife in Miami Beach.

My first trip to Miami Beach Florida, I was booked into the place Pigalle. Although I had been to Florida before, I had never been to Miami Beach.

Everyone was as excited as me! I was one of the first exotic "new" dancers in the middle 1970's to come out of Minsky's (in Las Vegas) to work at the club -- all expenses paid, and a room at the Fountainebleau Hilton Resort. whooooooooo hoooooo A very long engagement, lots of money, Miami Beach, what more could a girl want?!

I arrived, the limo picked me up, off to the hotel. I checked in & thought I'd order room service, and then go to the club and check things out. And that's just what I did. I had a blast, met everyone, and I was particularly taken with comic Pearl Williams. I also met a lady by the name of Paisley Pop, a newcomer in the business. We remained friends for years until I lost her some where in time...

Eventually I went back to the hotel. As I was checking for messages at the front desk, I heard this great jazz band coming from the lounge. "Well," I thought, "it's martini time!" While I was sitting at the bar, having some light chatter with the bartender, I noticed this very good looking man sitting at the end of the bar, alone and feeling like I was. I sent him a drink. He came down to my end, and we talked. We drank, danced, and laughed. He was in the business too, a musician I think he said, from around Boston somewhere... the band was trying to make a name for themselves, and they were working at a club on the beach... who knows!? The martini's where workin' well!

But we both were enjoying each others company... two people alone in a strange town, needing what each other had to offer at that moment...

The next morning I woke up, to room service knocking at the door. "Breakfast!" he yelled. Wow! my head was pounding, I did need a cup of coffee... And as we sat there on the balcony overlooking the ocean, I felt wonderful. It was a glorious morning, I had a gorgeous hunk sitting next to me...

We began to talk, kind of rehashing the "last" nights fun and games. When I said to him, "So, your from Boston," he said "Nooooo, I'm the drummer from the band "Boston."

And so I'm signing off, humming and singing the words to "More Than A Feeling."

hahhahahahahha

 

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