Which would you rather attend to celebrate upcoming events?  Any of the many galas surrounding NFL Championship #XLI, or the really big bash the City of Miami will host in the Orange Bowl the day Fidel Castro dies and the Cuban community of my hometown gets to shout as one, “We won!”

Whatever that means.

Decisions, decisions. . .
Should I fork out $1000 a head to attend the Official Super Bowl XLI Host Committee Gala today and shake my booty with J.Lo, hubby Marc Anthony, and DJ AM on the sand at Eighth and Ocean?  Or should I save my $1000 and spend half that on a really great fruit bowl headdress and go shake my booty to as-yet-unspecified-entertainment-but-you-can-bet-it-will-involve-salsa-dancing at some later date?

Should I sit by my mailbox and hope for one or two, maybe three eye-popping invitations to say, the Super Bowl XLI Host Committee party at the Miami Beach Convention Center featuring special guest, legendary running back Jim Brown; or should I catch the news conference with Super Bowl halftime performer Prince; or should I take in the warm up act of Billy Joel, who will sing the national anthem, at another news conference?  Or should I just hop into my sedan and tool on down to Little Havana that Fateful Day When the Time Comes and sing along with (I betcha that $1000) Gloria Estefan when she cranks it up?

Should I take to the streets — the scene of the One Big Party That Is Super Bowl Weekend — and admire the stunning security measures designed to protect pigskin fans?  I mean, someone should take note of what local, state and federal agencies have done.

Those governments have spent millions of dollars on a security plan that includes high tech X-ray machines, robots and mobile bomb labs.

Or should I curb my impatience and hold out for the gigantic megaspending that will be poured into assuring safety for all the anti-Castro crazed in the (near?) future?

Then there’s the decision where to take my event-inspired appetite for the best satiation available.  Should I dine at Miami Beach restaurant The Forge’s Soul Kitchen party in such comapany as Deion Sanders, Ronnie Brown, Vernon Carey, D.J. Williams, Morris Chestnut, Adewale Ogunleye, Dwayne Starks, Edgerrin James, Patrick Surtain, Jim Brown and Desmond Howard?  Or should I head over to The Fifth in South Beach for its Club SI muncheroo and keep company with that other ballgame crowd, Venus and Serena Williams, listen to Wyclef Jean, and watch Jimmy Buffet’s SI swimsuit video, “Getting the Picture”?  Or see my favorite Florida Marlin, Dontrelle Willis, at O Asian Grill, or share a napkin at the Versace Mansion with the likes of Jessica Biel, Nas, Diddy, Mark Wahlberg, Hilary Duff, J.Lo, Marc Anthony, Matt Leinart, Kanye West, Nick Lachey, Jay-Z, Jamie Foxx, Jeremy Piven, Beyoncé and Queen Latifah, who will all be chowing down.  Hmmmm. . .probably not there.  Slim pickin’s for the hoi polloi amongst that crowd.  Or should I just put my hunger pangs on hold until I get my chance to eat what will surely be the world’s biggest outdoor paella ever made on that Blessed Day Upcoming?  I dunno who will be dipping into the mother of all woks with me, but I bet we’ll all just get along.

Anyway, I’m exhausted just considering the possibilities.  And I’m betting there’s still plenty of time before the Whoopee!  Fidel’s Dead Party kicks off.  I mean, they haven’t even got a theme yet.  (How’re you supposed to design a souvenir t-shirt without a theme?)

Now I understand why Solzhenitsyn left the USA complaining that there were just too many choices in this material country.  After this weekend, everyone of us in SoFla will need a vacation to some “not a first world country.”  Cuba still sounds good.

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