Before we made our way home, we stopped into Bahia Cabana — another quintessential waterside Fort Lauderdale haunt — where a crew of drunks in oversized Dr. Seuss hats greeted us from the Jacuzzi and fist-pumped as they sang along to "Sweet Caroline."
One of them, a local, chatted me up. I told him I was new in town. "Welcome to Fort Lauderdale," he slurred. "Enjoy the ride."