Classy, Young, and Beautiful

What's up world. I feel like blogging.

Today was not a fantastic day. I always get shitty depressed whenever I have to return to daily life after living like a king for a week or two. I wish I would've done more live-action blog posts in Miami. Now I feel like I've missed my opportunity. I still wrote on that first night, which was good.

Miami is interesting. For about the past five years I've had some strange obsession with the city of Miami. The Travel Channel and CSI: Miami did a great day of glamorizing the city to an almost excessive point. All through my high school years I dreamt of blowing fat stacks on South Beach with a beautiful girl on my arm and partying like the classy mother fucker I am. In high school, the whole obsession with Miami was being there with the classy young and beautiful people, and sharing their playground with them. Even though I didn't do anything but share a glass of wine with my mom in the hotel room or chill on the beach watching planes with my dad; even though I was in by 9pm at the latest; I was in Miami bitch!: The land of the classy, young, and beautiful.

From then on the lure of Miami kind of faded since I've already been there and seen it all, but I was still not quite ready to join in on the culture. I knew my place, and I was far from ready for Miami Beach nightclubs. When Karen and I booked a Spring Break trip to Miami, we weren't expecting to really be a part of the action. We were planning on a low-key, relaxing get-away where we could avoid the trashy crowds of Panama but still enjoy the beach among the beauty of Miami.

For those curious, right at the moment this picture was being taken, I was
getting stung by a bee. 

Then we showed up, waited until 10pm or so, dressed up to kill in our finest and most expensive clothes, threw a cigar lighter in my pocket, and left for the neon lights of Ocean Drive. Upon rounding the corner past 15th street, making our entrance onto the most expensive street in the world, it quickly became clear that we weren't going to be spending our Spring Break watching the young and beautiful; we were the young and beautiful.

I've always said that Ocean Drive, Miami Beach is my favorite single location on Earth. In fact I said that like two years ago on this blog. Well, I was right! Every night as the sun set over the Miami skyline, Karen and I would be walking arm-in-arm down the board walk ready for a night of being the clutchest couple in the league. Then on that iconic turn towards the rows of palm trees, and house music being blasted from every bar and club down the street; I couldn't help but smile and put my shades down.

The routine became something I looked forward to every night. Ferrari after Lamborghini after Maserati would drive by as all the people who knew they belonged on South Beach would try not to look; reacting the same as when a thin young blonde would strut by in her tight skirt and high heels. Finding a place to eat and drink is half the fun of going out on South Beach. It's a combination of seeing who's playing the best music (house of course, this is Miami), waiting for a sexy young latina to convince us her bar is worthy of us, and being in the know enough to remember which places are way overpriced or not cool enough.

Once a venue has been selected, the party begins. In a never-ending game of see and be seen, it's clear why the restaurants on Ocean Drive have seating right out on the side walk.

But I will continue this later. Karen's here, see ya.