I'm a little slow today. I just switched to Sanka. So...have a heart?

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Why do I bother?

I went to the Dragon Boat Race today.

Like the Redbull Flugtag, it's something I've always meant to go to and never had.

And like the Redbull Flugtag, it's something I never need to do again.

I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that almost anything that takes place in South Florida is done half-assed and is going to be a waste of time. I've tried to give this place the benefit of the doubt, but 9 times out of 10, the stuff I go to is fatally flawed.

I'm not exactly sure whether the dragon boats were some sort of race... if they were... it's basically watching Asian people race canoes with dragons on the prow. ::snore:: Horseracing is...minimally exciting. Canoe racing? Not. at. all.

I've never seen more Asians in Miami in one place. I estimate there may have been 400 people there. 200 of them Asian. Where I'm from, we have a substantial Asian population - Koreans, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Indians, Pakistanis... and so seeing Asian people wouldn't be noteworthy. But in Miami? It stuck out - because... because we have a comparatively (at least from everywhere else I've ever lived) tiny Asian population. So, I guess that was a plus. Or a neutral? Am I still talking?

The Food trucks that were there were fine - I honestly don't remember what was there besides Sakaya... I can see the trucks, but don't remember their names.

The truck that sold tacos was good.

The truck that sold "chippies," was... not good. "Chippies" are allegedly a cross between a chip and a french fry, but it's actually just a code word for limp, soggy homefries.

I also got the worst lo mein I've ever eaten in my life. Four hours later, I continue to burp it.

There was an assortment of tables with people selling...crap. In the neighborhood of crapvendors, it smelled like the Opa Locka Flea Market and/or Mumbai.

And lastly, while Gael and I were eating our terrible lo mein at a restaurant tent that had, for reasons unknown to us at the time been abandoned, my poor flip-flop clad feet were attacked by fire ants.

So we retreated to the Aventura Border's Going Out Of Business Sale.