Last week this time I was in the car with B on the way to Atlanta to go to Miami to see one of my oldest and dearest friends get married. She’s more like a little sister, really. Anyway, the wedding was amazing and we had a blast hanging out. But you guys, that’s not what I want to talk to you about. That’s not my story.
What I want to tell you about is how much I love Miami. I know it’s probably because I don’t live there (because honestly? That 55 MPH speed limit on the HIGHWAY would fucking kill. me. ded. and traffic is a nightmare to boot.) and because instead of being below zero it was SIXTY EIGHT DEGREES OUTSIDE! And also there were palm trees everywhere. And the OCEAN! And THE BEACH!
The week prior, I had to go to the upper west coast for work. Where there was TOO MUCH SNOW. And also it was cold. Stupid cold.
I can’t tell you how great it was to go from this cold hell:
To this warm paradise:
Seriously, you guys. I went from west coast freezing my ass off one week to running around in short sleeves on the southern most east coast the next week. Hanging out with childhood friends. Eating wedding cake. The BEST wedding cake ever. Seriously. It was dulce de leche marble cake. Well, the layer that I got a piece from was dulcet de leche marble cake and it was AWESOME. The other layer was guava, I think.
You know what else is awesome about Miami?
OK, so technically the Mai Kai is in Ft. Lauderdale, but whatever. It is still awesome. For serious. They had great food and a fantastic show. How fantastic? Well, let me put it this way. I ordered chicken panang. It was some of the best panang I’ve ever eaten. But when the show started about 5 or 10 minutes after I got my food? I couldn’t eat because I was too busy watching the show. That’s how fantastic. These are a few of my favorite pictures from that night.
I cannot even tell you how much of a boon it was to see the sun in the middle of a dreary, cold winter. It did me a world of good.
The only thing that was disappointing about the whole trip (I mean aside from having to leave Miami, obviously) is that I didn’t see David Caruso and his sunglasses keeping the streets of Miami safe. Not even once.