MIAMI MANIA, THE PLAN, THE RAILS AND TALKING-TESSIE
Metro, Brickell Station, Miami
Woof, Kids!!
Morning you hounds. Today we begin our saga with, Episode One, and the Diva-Dog digs in to be your narrator of all things Brand, Moolie and Miami Mania. Woof.
First, and completely unrelated to Miami Mania, we were notified last night that they will be doing "routine maintenance" in the unit on Friday. Possibly new screens, batteries, blah, blah, blah. Huh? Um, these are totally new units. Whatever. Come on in the unit...bring it on. I suspect more backhanded compliments/insults. Sublime. Love me some blog fodder!!! Woo-Hoo. Deets to come next week and I know how you love to hear them.
Now, on with the show, er, blog.
Opening Scene...the Tri-Rail station, West Palm Beach, early morning. The day is crisp sunny and bright.
Gaz dropped a sleepy (they are NOT morning people, trust me) Brand and Moolie at the station and zipped his happy A to the office.
Round-trip tickets to Miami were purchased, from the ticket person...you know the one behind the thick and scratched plastic window. You speak to them via crappy microphone, you see their lips moving and a load of garbled static flows. Amazingly, this pathetic exchange resulted in money being exchanged for train tickets.
Immediately after, a bench, for sitting and being fuzzy-eyed, was located. Ah. They wait for the train, in silence, staring at their iphones and thinking how they need coffee. Coffee would be good. Tough, there is no coffee.
Like a good sports team, a solid game plan for the day had been formulated. Of course, in the case of these two, we should probably compare them to the more average sports team. Maybe a checkers, domino or bowling team.
The plan? Take the train down the coastline from West Palm to Miami and transfer onto the Metro Rail and step off the train at the Brickell Station. Once at the station, walk a few blocks to a condo building and meet up with some unknown Realtor named, Joe. Realtor Joe shows them a few condos, Brand and Moolie thank him and head to a nearby restaurant for a leisurely lunch where the options of the day will be calmly discussed. Eventually, stroll on back to the Metro, jump on that elevated train...connect back to the Tri-Rail...roll on into West Palm...Gaz is there for the pick up. The plan concludes with cocktails, a fine dinner and a recap-of-the-day discussion. Perfect.
Uh-huh, THE PLAN. Always, always have a plan, you kids. Yes, because they never work. Never. Ever. Well, hardly. But, creating a plan makes you FEEL efficient, as though you truly were in control of a situation. Of course, you do realize this is total delusion on your part, right? Good.
First snag in the old plan? The golden silence being enjoyed on the bench was crushed by a random stranger. Random S was an extremely talkative, New York, lady who sat right on down on their bench at The TR Station (they had to scroonch-is that even a word?-up). She waxed on until the train arrived, while they simply smiled, a little, nodded and nodded some more. Nothing more was required, as Talking-Tessie didn't seem to notice or care if she received a true response.
A momentary lull in the talky-talk occurred when some random guy jumped from the platform onto the tracks and was, immediately, yelled at by security, lounging on the other side of the tracks.
Oh, the security guard? Never really moved, not one muscle. Just yelled, sort of over-the-shoulder kind of yell, for the guy to get his ass off the tracks and back onto the platform or he will be arrested. That is a fairly direct quote...the ass and arrested part.
Oh, the security guard? Never really moved, not one muscle. Just yelled, sort of over-the-shoulder kind of yell, for the guy to get his ass off the tracks and back onto the platform or he will be arrested. That is a fairly direct quote...the ass and arrested part.
Brand and Moolie thought this an especially classy, and effective, method of enforcing rail security, not to mention a stellar reflection on West Palm Beach. Oh, yeah. So professional...all the way.
Guess it must be SOP for the area, as random guy did, indeed, jump his ass back onto the platform and muttered while strolling past us. Thus, escaping arrest and forcing the security person to move a muscle.
Talking-Tessie said, loudly, that in New York the guy would have been in handcuffs for such a stunt. My two were just hoping they didn't get shot by random guy for this statement, as they were simply innocent, sitting-on-benchers, with TT.
Guess it must be SOP for the area, as random guy did, indeed, jump his ass back onto the platform and muttered while strolling past us. Thus, escaping arrest and forcing the security person to move a muscle.
Talking-Tessie said, loudly, that in New York the guy would have been in handcuffs for such a stunt. My two were just hoping they didn't get shot by random guy for this statement, as they were simply innocent, sitting-on-benchers, with TT.
The plus in all this early-morning drama and security/random guy exchange did, sort of, take the place of a coffee jolt. Just a little.
Now, TT did seem to be a truly nice lady, but Brand and Mool boarded the train with glazed over eyes and burning ears. Could this be a good start to the day?
In all fairness, the Tri-Rail really is a good deal and even though the tracks took them through one industrial district after another, it was not a bad ride to Miami. In fact, it rocked along pleasantly and was uneventful We recommend it. Thumbs Up!!
Plus, Moolie decided she should explore the Boca Raton (in case you don't know, it is pronounced...RaTONE) Station, for further details. Looked like it stopped near a shopping center and that is always promising. Could be something to do when The Gretch, sans The Murph, zips on down to West Palm in August...but, that's another blog.
Happily, the dynamic duo exited the TR at the proper stop, upon arrival in Dade County, and, breezily, made the connection to the Metro (mass-trans for Miami peeps). Um, this is sort of where our saga begins to derail.
You need to picture that Moolie wore black...all black attire. Yep, even took a little jacket for the occasion. Brand? He looked "hot" in a nice shirt with long sleeves, jeans and athletic shoes. This little factoid is sort of important to the development of the day.
Episode One concludes here...we leave you with Brand and Moolie departing the Brickell Station for their meeting with, Realtor Joe.
Bark at me!!
Hey Diva, I very much enjoyed the first episode! I'm very intrigued by what Moolie and Brandon are wearing has to do with the development of the day. And, yes, I am always up for a checking out a new shopping center, especially with Moolie!
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Gretch,
Yeah, clothes make, or break, any situation, wouldn't you agree?
Shopping? You are, by far, Moolie's bestest shopping dog, er, companion, er, person!
Stay with us!!
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L-O-V-E it!
Isn't that just so true about plans. Although I know it's generally a waste of time making them, I can't stop!
I can only imagine you and B putting on those sweet "we actually give a rats ass" faces when your overly talkative stranger would not hush up! Then again, you are both super cool cats, so I can't blame her for wanting to socialize!
Any blog that includes both "ass" and "arrest" is bound to be awesome...and this certainly was!
Looking forward to hearing about the fun with Realtor Joe!
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Thank YOU!!!
Yep, best laid plans...kaput...but, you gotta do it. You gotta.
Well, I was thankful for B jumpin in with a few head nods, I didn't have to do ALL the contributing, ha.
TTessie, was on her way home to New York City, and warned us about this thing and that thing. Heck, we know all about her and her life and her kids and how she wished she was an only child. Well, we were exhausted when we boarded the train, but, bless her, we didn't see her again. We wished her well though.
So funny that you caught the ass and arrest thing. I totally agree...AWESOME!!!
See ya at the blog and keep writing yours!!!
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Brava Diva...we can't wait to hear what happens next...oh, BTW...do you think the hard to find and even harder to install light bulb will be replaced in your unit tomorrow??
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Man, you just never know...we don't even want to think about them trying to install new smoke-detector batteries...that could take MONTHS and no telling how many trips to Home Depot for the "right size"....
We kid you not, if they are up here at the crack of dawn, we will not be held responsible for our actions!!!
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Hey Diva. It has been pretty hectic around here. So, I just read episode one and it is awesome. I knew it would be what with Moolie and B as the main characters.
Mommy quit making plans. Something (or should I say, someone) always, always messes things up. Actually, she silently makes plans and somehow manages to not let it slip out.
I am all excited and antsy about episode two. I can hardly keep my nubbin' from wigglin'.
We are all waterlogged and my best buds Call and Gus have a power line down in their backyard. Worst case, their poopy spot is off limits, for now.
Love this blog/episode.
High paws and anxious nubbin' wags to you. Bitsy
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Bitsy, gosh we hope you kids are doing okay.
Do you have power? Hope so. Gotta keep those snacks fresh, huh?
I hope there isn't too much water to go outside and do your biz, somewhere. Man, trying to do your biz when things are already water soaked is such a drag. The Diva does NOT like to have wet feet. Ugh.
Bitsy, you take care of yourself and stay dry and happy and sassy and keep waggin' that nubbin' of a tail.
So glad you liked the first episode. Whew, the Diva is worn out from listening Moolie and Brandon tell their saga, but I gotta share it.
Hope the storms are gone.
High paws right on back to ya, kid.
Woof.
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