"At the stroke of 11:30 (not midnight, as originally planned, due to the South Florida’s austere partying laws) the first performer entered the pool area: a lone bagpiper, followed by an assortment of nudists. The potpourri of festive peoples went on and on, with conga lines of Mariachis and carnival entertainers circling the water, and a Jewish barbershop quartet’s providing an old South Beach score. The aquatic component prompted the question: isn’t freestyle synchronized swimming an oxymoron? After curtain, the voice of god suggested that guests “shouldn’t” proceed to the ocean, bring Champagne and disrobe. Most didn’t need to be told not to do that, because it was a cold and windy night—but enough did disobey to keep it going another hour or so. Only in Miami, kids."
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