The Benga Bus Has Ended . . .

Okay, so I know that the real song by the Vengaboys is about the Venga Bus (We Like to Party), but really the lyrics apply to this too. In case you do not know the lyrics, I have typed them at the end of this post.

Christine Morteh operated a luxury black bus that cruised around South Beach, weaving between hot spots that were frequented by tourists and club-goers. If you wanted to ride on the bus, it cost $40. However, this was not the typical luxury bus. For $40, patrons were offered a ride to certain locations, as well as unlimited alcoholic drinks. Additionally, the bus provided entertainment. During the trip, several young women would string down to a G-string, that was frequently stuffed with cash, and offer to perform sexual acts with the bus' patrons.

If you were interested in taking a ride on the bus, it is a little to late. On Sunday, June 22, the police arrested Morteh and shutdown the operation. After reading about this, I was surprised to hear two things. One, that the "cover" charge was only $40 and that the cost of the sexual acts was never released. Two, that someone would actually pay to have sexual acts done to them, while riding on a bus with other patrons around. I guess that put a whole new meaning to R Kelly's hit "Bump N' Grind" ("I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind.")

We Like To Party Lyrics

We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party

I've got something to tell ya
I've got news for you
Gonna put some wheels in motion
Get ready 'cause we're coming through
Hey now, hey now, here's what I say now
Happiness is just around the corner
Hey now, hey now, here's what I say now
We'll be there for you

The Vengabus is coming
And everybody's jumping
New York to San Fransisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party

Hey now, hey now, here's what I say now
Happiness is just around the corner
Hey now, hey now, here's what I say now
We'll be there for you

The Vengabus is coming
And everybody's jumping
New York to San Fransisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

The Vengabus is coming
And everybody's jumping
New York to San Fransisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party

The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming
The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is..

If Gas Gets Too Expensive, We Could Always Turn To Mules?

Growing up in what used to be rural Miami, Florida, there was a sign that used to read, "Welcome to Horse Country." However, as the area became more developed, fewer horses were around and more cars took over. But with the cost of gas rising, maybe the return of horses is right around the corner.

In McMinnville, Tennessee, T.R. Raymond, a farmer, and his family have stopped using the gas powered tractor. They have switched to Dolly and Molly, which are mules that they purchased last year at the mule sale. For those that do not know, a mule is the combination of a male donkey and a female horse. So while I did say it in jest, maybe horses (in some fashion) are making a comeback. According to the Raymond family, they see the mules as the way of the future.

I think it would be quite interesting if we all turned in our automobiles in exchange for horses or mules. If gas prices were to continue to increase, would you do it? I'm comfortable on a horse, but I'm not so sure about riding a horse in a suit. But if that means we become a business casual or casual work atmosphere, who am I to complain?

Restaurant Review: Foster’s Grille

So every so often, my wife and I go out to eat at several local dining establishments. Tonight, after participating in the Post Hunt, we decided to grab dinner at Foster’s Grille. Foster’s Grille is a restaurant chain, which specializes in burgers, that has restaurants in Florida, Georgia, Maryland, Missouri, North Carolina, and Virginia. Sadly, the quality of the food and the service is dependent on who is working that day. As I mentioned in my post discussing Fogo De Chão and Texas de Brazil, I like to have my meat cooked medium well, so I ordered my hamburger medium well. Tonight, my wife also ordered hers medium well. When we both bit into our burgers, then were not cooked satisfactory. Mine was more medium and my wife’s was more medium-rare. When I asked for a new hamburger they were not pleased, however they obliged me. (Yes, I did watch the cooks to make sure they didn’t spit in the new hamburger.) The manager eventually came over and apologized and asked if the new burger was okay. She also told me that in the future, I should ask for her to make sure that my hamburger is cooked correctly.

Now, if this was my first experience with the cooking and service that I experienced, I would not be posting this “warning.” However, this has sadly become a frequent occurrence of late that is slowly lowering my expectations for a restaurant that once was my go to place for a decent burger. I realized that $7.99 for a burger, fries and a drink is a good price, but if the burger is not cooked right and the fries are not seasoned, how good of a price is it? Just wanted to warn, I mean, let you know. Beware of the food quality, this place may be going down. I truly hope that they can turn it around. Has anyone else noticed the decrease in quality?

Cow Tipping Anyone? I Dare You!

When I went to Penn State University for a summer program, I met several college students that liked going to a field to go cow tipping. Being from Miami, Florida, I never heard of cow tipping so I tagged along to find out what it is. For those that do not know, Wikipedia defines “cow tipping” as “an activity performed by sneaking up on an upright cow and pushing it over for fun.” I recognize that this is a cruel activity and can cause extreme harm to the cow. I by no means encourage such an activity, however, I would love to see someone try to tip Chilli.

For those of you that have not met Chilli, let me introduce you. This is Chilli. The image is from Daily Mail. Chilli is a Friesian bullock who is approximately 6 foot 6 inch tall and weighs over one ton. His twin sister, Jubilee, is 6 feet tall. So I ask, who is up for a little cow tipping? This time, I think the cow will win. In case you were wondering, Chilli’s handler has contacted the Guinness Book of Records to see if Chilli is the largest bovine.