Much like Cinderella, I have always been pretty certain that my beach cruiser would turn into a pumpkin if I ever ventured east of Washington Avenue after dark on a weeknight. But when my friend Andrew called and asked me to come out for his birthday, I couldn’t say no. Andrew is my oldest friend in Miami…we’re from the same hometown and have known each other since we were 18, so I had to represent.
Anyhow, his girlfriend told him that he could do anything he wanted for his birthday and of his zillion or so choices, all he wanted to do was go to Wet Willie’s, have a grain alcohol-infused frozen drink and gawk at tourists. “It’s just like the zoo,” he told me. “We can watch every species of human at Wet Willie’s” More like a safari…no cages separating the well-meaning, laid back locals from wannabe rap stars on rented scooters, girls in 6-inch stilettos and 3-inch skirts and bums selling hats made of palm fronds.