I'm pretty sure that given the opportunity to lay on the beaches of Miami forever, my stress level would be null and void. There really is nothing like the sun warming your mostly nakie body and knowing that you're 3,000 miles from your job and responsibilities and no one can find or harass you or make you do anything. I always get this notion in my head when I'm on a vacation that if I wanted to never come back, things would work out just fine... and I briefly pondered what it might be like to run away in Miami and never come home (though I would miss my bf, my friends, and of course my pets). I decided that wasn't a very feasible option given the cost of living and the fact that I know no one in that city lol. I'm sure finding a sugar daddy would solve the issue of money, but I don't think that would fly with the bf, nor would my natural assets and lack of skin pigmentation fly with the Miami Sugar daddy crowd. Speaking of sugar daddies, Miami must be the capital. It always weirds me out to see some old, wrinkled man with a twenty-something bimbo, because you know that bitch is probably doing some pretty nasty things for her keep. lol. Yikes.
I was pretty damn vigilant about protecting my ivory skin from the sun this time, making sure to cover my entire face, body, and scalp with SPF 60 every time I left the hotel. I didn't really get a tan, however I got many freckles and a couple rogue burn marks on my lower back/upper bum area where apparently I wasn't vigilant enough with the SPF on my first day there. I've discovered it is best to be completely naked when applying sunscreen so as to assure you cover every last inch of skin. I was super excited to finally have the opportunity to wear my new bathing suit(s) though, seeing as how they hardly even saw the light of day this past summer.
Lifting those heavy boxes at Mollister and doing 2 pushups a night (yes, two) has really paid off. Sometimes I wonder what kind of heritage I really have, given the fact that I build muscle mass like a goddamn pitbull and my hair is nappier than any white girl's should be. jk.
It was a nice break actually, knowing that I didn't have to style my hair, because my efforts would be destroyed as soon as I left the AC... it was also nice wearing only mascara and a bit of blush because any other makeup would melt off... aaahh, the simple life.
My sister and I spent the majority of our days laying in the sun and being lazy (well earned, might I add), as well as walking/biking around the city. South beach was nice because unlike New York, one doesn't shit themselves biking around praying that they don't get clipped by a rogue taxi or a bus. The streets were surprisingly un-busy, although there weren't really any bike lanes of which to speak, and we were unsure whether we should be on the sidewalk or in the road. haha. We also found this awesome frozen yogurt place, that I wish we had around this area, because I would eat that shit for lunch every day!
On Friday, we looked out the bedroom window of our hotel and saw a photoshoot going on on the rooftop next-door. Being the inquisitive girls we are, my sister and I kept peeking out the window to see what they were shooting when my sister remarked that the model looked 'just like J-Lo.' Being the bitch/skeptic that I am, I decided that it was far too tall to be J-Lo, and was probably some no-name model. Well, come to find out, that was J-Lo that we spent the better half of the afternoon spying on. I can also confirm she must have the most inflated ego EVER, because while we were sunbathing on our rooftop terrace, we heard her new song play 50+ times (yeah, that's right- JLo poses listening to her own song... on fucking repeat).
Dlisted.com proved my sister was indeed correct, we saw all of the people on the roof next door.
We did a little photoshoot of our own that afternoon with a pigeon I named Roberta, on our rooftop terrace:
Roberta, the sexiest pigeon who ever did live
The view from the Hotel's rooftop
The rooftop of our hotel was perfect for some late-afternoon rays and the beach was right across the street from the hotel...I wish I had this available to me year round.
We also discovered a huge population of feral cats that lived by the boardwalk and spent their days and nights chilling in the beach grass and by the many restaurants. This little guy was my favorite, probably because his pink nose reminded me of my own sweet Bijou:
So cuuuute! I tried to pet him, but he was wild and wanted nothing to do with me.
I didn't really have the opportunity to enjoy the night life this time around, and that was fine by me. Being sober, waking up non-hungover, and laying in the sun was better than any cocktail.
Tomorrow it is back to work for this girl. Oh well, that's more money in my savings and hopefully less time before I am able to peace out of this town and re-locate. I have promised myself to finish my book this month (this month being February), and I will bust me ballz to make that happen! In the meantime, I plan to treat myself only to one new dress to wear out for my bday (maybe it will compensate for the fact I'm over the hill), jk. Now I look forward to seeing my boyfriend again, and a couple of fun arts and crafts projects lined up... I love February :D
