Happy Hour at Shooters, Fort Lauderdale, July 15, 2011
[dcs_p]Had my crew pull the Stella di Mare into Shooters today. It’s summer in south Florida, lower nineties and hazy skies. The humidity is making Victor’s hair frizz, and he keeps smoothing it down. No wives today–it’s Friday afternoon, and we’ve got the girls on board. As usual, Nathan’s not playing, but Buddy Shuler showed up with his wild chick, Rachel, and she’s keeping us all entertained. She’s been behaving nicely for Buddy, but Victor and I know better, and after a few margaritas, her bikini top comes off. Buddy admonishes her, and she pouts, tells him “he never lets her have any fun”.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]It’s happy hour at Shooter’s. We’re sitting at a table on the deck, in the shade of the canopy. During season Shooters is a real party spot, but midsummer it seems more like a family place, although there are quite a few boats coming and going on the Intracoastal. At any rate, it’s quiet today–no hot bod contests or anything like that. Rachel’s disappointed. She used to be a dancer and was hoping for a chance to showoff.[/dcs_p]
