Went to a party for the media Tuesday night and the first thing I saw inside was a pedestal on which a woman wearing high heels and a bikini danced. Some of you probably think I write about such subjects too often.
But if you want into a party and the first thing you see was a woman in high heels and a bikini dancing on a pedestal, wouldn't you notice? It's not as if that happens when I come home after work. The woman had to dance on a pedestal because the surface of the party, an outdoor park in South Beach, was sand.
The thing about the woman, and the other women on the other pedestals, and the bikini-clad women bouncing a little beach ball around and the other bikini-clad women playing beach volleyball, is that they did what they did with grace and class.
And since I didn't know they'd be there, they were not the reason I wrote a column Tuesday night in 17 minutes.