I've said it before but I'll say it again, South Beach is my favorite single location on Earth. I am so glad Spring Break this year revolved around classy lounges on Ocean Drive instead of blackout-style binge drinking at La Vela all week on Panama City Beach. I've also said prior that I love being in the group of people who simply belong. Acting like you've been there before, holding your liquor, dressing well, and holding yourself to a higher standard is all part of belonging on South Beach.
We had a club promoter come up to us on the beach with passes to get in one of those ridiculous NFA nightclubs Miami Beach is known for. If that doesn't mean my ass belongs on South Beach I don't know what else could possibly be an indication. Then walking down Ocean Drive through the restaurants that extend out to the curb, we get the 22 year old hottie from Brazil trying to shove their drink menu down our throats.
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| Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive slim. Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin. |
It's all very nice. I absolutely love it. Miami is certainly my Kokomo. Karen asked me on the flight (one of my favorite routes by the way, ATL-MIA) if I think South Beach will always be my favorite. I think at least since I spent so much of my youth adoring this place, I'll always have a personal spot in my heart reserved for it.
Karen and I are taking a walk in a bit. We're taking a stroll through the boardwalk down to South Pointe Park. It should be nice. We're really having a good time, and we're doing in the classy way. I've always liked being mature and high brow. I'm delighted that even after a two hour flight of overt illicit day drinking, the 62 year old man with a Ph.D was still telling us how we're such a huge notch above most our age by the end of the flight.
Even in on vacation in Miami, I'm still piecing together fun little experiences and lessons in life; all of which make me a more interesting individual. Along with the excitement, I guess that's why I didn't hesitate blowing a cool thousand bucks of hard earned cash to come down to South Beach.
Well Family Guy is on, and I'm just chillaxin. Maybe I'll post later this week while still in Miami. Considering my fondness for travel blogs, I likely will more than once. Until next time.
B T FREAKING DUBS: I'M IN MIAMI BITCH!!!!!
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