That was one of my favorite t-shirt slogans among the many hanging in windows along Collins Avenue. I just got back from the South Beach Wine & Food Festival and, along with my birthday, am glad that I only celebrate it once a year. What with all the weapons of mass cirrhotic destruction leading to subsequent losses of brain cells, once a year is about all I can take.
Instead of regaling you with four days worth of stories in one fell swoop, leading I’m sure to a catatonic stupor, I’ll break down my experience into more manageable nibbly bits.
