I have this big asian shemale calendar on the wall. All year long it is open to the month of May. As each day passes, I cross out the boxes with a red sharpie. The last weekend of that month is full of obscure writing, formulas, phone numbers, diagrams, and religious sigils. That weekend is Memorial Day Weekend. That weekend is what I fear most, more than the frozen depths of space, more than Super AIDS++, even more than a sleep over at BAC's house.
If you're new around here, and you don't know about Memorial Day, I suggest you lurk moar. Do you remember that scene in War of the Worlds where there's all that wind and lightning and suddenly everyone is getting incinerated by mysterious robothings? Well that's how it is, but much worse, and fewer people survive, and more hiphop.
{{photo:right:20164}}For the first time in known Miami Nights history, we are going to recommend you leave Dade County this weekend. You could stay here instead. It's up to you; you could also stick your balls in a bee hive, I don't really care. It's just easier not to.
We're recommending it to the extent that we're giving you a free bottle for you and 5 guests this weekend at Spirits Nightclub in the Hard Rock Casino for House Sessions Volume 1, brought to you by Michael M and Smac Entertainment. You'll be listening to Donald Glaude, Funky Junction, Sula Lopes, and Mark Ivan. Try something a little different this weekend, leave the bullet proof vest at home, and experience the hospitality of our inbred cousins to the north.
Anyway, I thought it was only South Beach. Does the same crowd make it to downtown and such?
ps know what? :)
the most beautiful lie"