Languid expectation (of what?) in the lobby bar to the melodious wheezing of emaciated creatures - that's how you spend your every Friday evening. They didn't stop at miami 99 by their own will, but they definitely don't regret it. And you don't regret it yourself, you've stopped regretting something for a long time, stopped waiting for something and wanting something. Except only for that exact special and inexplicable something, beyond all desires, beyond understanding and explanation, something that cannot be seen or touched, tasted or accidentally heard from behind the wall of the neighboring hotel room - something that everyone is still waiting for in the lobby bar on a Friday night at miami99