lucktraveler57 2.0

 I went on the trip with what I call my Beach Bros. We spend much of the summer months at Chicago's gay beach, 4 blocks from my apartment. During the other months we meet up for lunches or dinners, I sometimes treat some to visits at the Art Institute, a couple months back we celebrated a birthday at the indoor pool area of the building one lives in. They are part of the family one chooses, as opposed to the families you are born into. One of the BBs moved to Ft. Lauderdale several years back, unwilling to brave another Chicago winter. Plans were laid to meet up with him and his husband, who he met in Florida, for dinner and a nightclub visit on Sunday.  Having the luxury of a rental car my condo mate and I decided to get a day pass at a Ft. Lauderdale gay resort and hitch up with the others later. We registered and paid the modest entrance fee to the young, tanned desk attendant clad in tiny, tight white trunks and a skimpy black tank top. It made me wonder what he wore to th...

 South Florida, truth be told, were not a group of friends going this was not a trip I would make. However, by flying Spirit Airlines, the very definition of an air bus, and sharing a reasonably priced Air BNB, the cost was palatable and I packed my bag. I would be seeing the Art Deco section of Miami, a second tier bucket list item of mine, as well as getting a taste of warm weather in May, which, in Chicago, can still be a bit on the cool side.  In our commodious rental car we wound our way from the Miami airport to Sunny Isles, which bills itself as Florida's Riviera. Tall apartment towers rose like sentinels along the shore line. Some of the architecture is impressive and unique. A black tower curves outward on one side on it's upper floors, another has what somewhat resembles the Sydney Opera House perched on it's apex. One is perfect cylinder clad in reflective black glass. On others walls and balconies wind sinuously around their perimeters, Post Modern buildings ere...