Mark and Jordanna finally made their move to Ft. Lauderdale last week and invited me down for dinner and to explore the bar scene in their new hood. Mark’s place is amazing. Penthouse on the 22nd floor of a building right off of Las Olas Blvd. within walking distance to the primary bar district. Right on River Walk – lucky bastard.

Mark’s little 17 year old brother ,Greg, came down from Boca as well and the challenge became trying to get him into the bars with a less than convincing fake ID.

After dinner at Mark’s (the restaurant, not his house) on Las Olas we proceeded to a bar on the ocean where, right off the bat, Greg’s ID was yanked by security. Mark was able to buy it back from the bouncer but we were out of luck at that place. From there we went back to Las Olas but by the time we got back it had begun raining so we gave up. Headed back to the condo and had a few more drinks.

Mark’s building is sweet, with a full pool table and game room. Mark, Greg and I played pool until around 3:30 am and from there I’m pretty much drawing a blank. Woke up in the spare room and spent a few hours on the couch sleeping away the hangover.

For lunch Jordanna, Mark and I went to Hooters on the ocean and devoured 50 hot wings, a few Corona’s and some curly fries. Not sure if that made me feel better or worse but it wasn’t bad.