A couple hours of rain last night and South Beach looked like the set of the Titantic but luckily we made it through the flood unscathed. Somehow we also are still alive after our experience at karaoke at the Shelbourne.
A current review of this experience from Trip Advisor reads as such: The swanky little bar below the Shelbourne had the most awesome karaoke night (friday) with a full band backing you up while you mangle Copacobana.
In reality, it should have said, come one, come all white girls and wait for two hours while we let different combinations the same group of people sing "We Are the World," assorted selections from talents like Daughtry and Creed and a couple thousand songs in Spanish. Get yelled at by the 80-year old cardigan-wearing karaoke master who won't tell you when you can sing Wham!. Be accosted by a troll-like lesbian and run from the Lou Perlman-esque owner who has definatly orchestrated a few killings in his life.
Not exactly my definition of "swank."