What's up all? I'm ready for part two (or three depending on how you look at it) of my Miami series. I have an Air Force meeting in 45 minutes so this can't take long, but I'll continue on with the tale for now. So... where were we? Ahh yes...
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. Everyone has to know that you're in THAT restaurant. Everyone has to know that you're rocking some aviator sunglasses and that you're dining with a hot young girl. How else would people know all that if you were hidden in some gated rooftop restaurant?
The Ferrari's line up at the valet; someone famous steps out into the bar, getting pictures with fans as his posse sits down at a table a few over. Karen and I notice him. We don't have the slightest clue who the hell he is but whoever he is, this bar's good enough for him. So we just clink our (VIRGIN) mojito glasses together and continue on enjoying the music and ambiance. Once we were worn out with one restaurant or bar, we'd just click our heels together and be on our way over to the next one. More often then not, we wouldn't head back to the hotel until 2:00 or 3:00am.
Every night could be summed up like that. It took a little while, but eventually the thought sank in of Miami loving our presence and inviting us back for more every night when the sun went down. The whole experience I'd been waiting for since high school became a reality very early for me. Living the Miami Dream has been high up on my bucketlist; above the Prado, Atlas Mountains, or the Santa Monica Pier.
The way everyone talks about Miami as this place for only the top caliber people made Miami seem like pulling off Spring Break there would be pretty difficult. The way I've read about the club lines, exclusive promoters, and essentially having to be someone awesome just to have a decent time at night. It almost discouraged me. I've read blogs and articles that specifically say Miami is not a feasible Spring Break destination just because you have to have be a certain type of person to fit in. Long story short: Miami doesn't want you, go away.
But we went anyway! And instead of being turned away at the door like I was half expecting, we were invited to clubs on their busiest nights by promoters! We ended up becoming the classy young and beautiful people who complain about the trashy tourists who don't belong. As a result, Miami is still my favorite place on Earth. In fact, I like it more now that I know what it's capable of.
So Karen and I are counting our pennies and finding out the next soonest date we can return. It's looking like this Summer. I WILL BE BACK.
Until next time...
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