Mark your calendars, ladies and gentlemen – okay, well, mostly just gentlemen. Exotica, the largest adult entertainment-themed convention on the East Coast, is coming to Miami Beach on June 9-11, 2006.
In related news, South Beach is currently chock full o’ hookers, evidently trying to make some money off the spring break kids. I noticed an abnormally large number of scantily dressed women on Collins Ave last week when I gave Ernie her morning walk at 5am. Usually I see a few hotties stumbling out of clubs, but stumbling is the operative word there. Instead, these women were walking tall and proud and, uh, swishing around a lot.
This morning, Ernie decided she wanted to walk down Collins again, and I’d forgotten about the visitors. (Seriously.) Sure enough, a couple of six-foot-tall women in full-on hoochie-mamma-gear spotted Ernie, and one came running. Literally running, in stiletto heels no less, hollering, “Sparky! It’s my long-lost dog Sparky!” Ernie was scared out of her little gourd, and took off running full speed in the opposite direction, which caused the ladies of the evening to erupt into raucous laughter. After Ernie regained her cool, she let one of the women pick her up.
At that point, I knew this lady was a trained professional, because I can’t imagine anybody but a hooker pulling that off. A friend of ours who’s a professional dogsitter can’t pick Ernie up without looking awkward, and this woman was a lot more handicapped than Lewis in his t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. Imagine a six foot woman in stiletto heels, carrying a handbag so large it should be called an armbag, bend over and pick up a dog off the ground, all the while covering her, uh, feminine parts so I didn’t get a glimpse down the front of her tiny tank top? I was stunned. I almost wanted to ask her to do it again. She had more coordination than anybody I know, and no, “coordination” isn’t some kind of code word for something kinky.





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