There's no good place to be dumped (with the possible exception of a gun range). But if the boom's gonna be lowered on you, it might as well happen at South Beach. Number one, you can drown your sorrows. Second, look at all the beautiful people around you. Mr. or Ms. Pain-in-the-Keister isn't the only walleye in the pond, and if you start casting your line right now, you're liable to hook a fine consolation prize by last call. And finally, if all else fails, at least you can dance yourself into oblivion, thus rendering yourself too tired to recall ol' whatshisname.


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