Swelter 32

On the town yet again, tolerance stretched to the breaking point, reduced to screaming at cheesy VIP-room hostesses and young hustlers, ready for a Taxi Driver blaze-of-glory number. Bouncing back from the brink at an instructive Foundlings Club dinner for architect Morris Lapidus, the ultimate Miami survivor elegantly weathering time and the local penchant for shabby behavior. A nice long dirty-laundry chat with a Beach politician, bemused by our request for theme-free cuisine ("We're mortal enemies, but politicians and journalists are both on the same gravy train"), the table laughing heartily at a remark made by a very wise attorney: "Everyone hates corruption, until it swings their way.