My husband and I try to get to Wet Willie's once a year. Here's the drill: Go upstairs onto the balcony(past the funny guys who think it's a hoot to ask 50-somethings for i.d.), lurk around the corner table until the current occupants get nervous and leave. Claim your territory(gotta be that table). Order a couple of mudslides (half white russian, half chocolate thunder) or bahama mamas, and mellow out while the palm trees dance in the beautiful tropical breeze, and the 24/7 crazies put on a show on Ocean Drive.
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