Rooms with lakefront views

What a happy reunion last night! After waiting for Chazzie to get out of his indentured servitude, I rendezvoused with Dan back at the house and headed on down to the always cool Fox's Sherron Inn in sleepy South Miami... and what a fucking parking mess that was. I'd never seen this place packed like that -- but it figures, I'm not the only deal chaser in town and all the cool indie kids every-now-and-then have a rare moment of lucidity in which they realize beers don't ever have to break the four dollar a pop limit. Happening music was piped in from somewhere and the evening air was crisp. Many thanks to the combined sweetness of Elisha and Melissa (two gals who matter) for waiting it out to meet my brother.
On my continued mission of sending him back to Orlando with alcohol poisoning, we imbibed a few 2-4-1's till he started giving me the "expect a pillow-smothering tonight" look, which I've only seen twice before and had actually ended with him trying to smother me in my sleep. However, on those occasions, I deserved it for trespasses committed against him. I'll take blame where I've earned it. Good conversations all around, old faces, new VW's, and as a team taker, I handled some unpleasantness for a while till the slow turns finally came around.
Jesse showed up after watching The Da Vinci Code (and yes Melissa, Tom Hanks can go keep it) and with his viewpoint conflicting with C. Rupes' assessment, I'm left with one decision and one decision only: no Audrey Tatou nudity. What would Jesus do? Shit, he'd turned something to wine, whispered something slick and wetting in French, and disrobed that delicious piece of Gallic ass. It's the right thing to do. It's the Christian thing to do.