There was a time in my life, not so long ago, when all I could remember wanting to do was go out, have fun, meet new people, dance dance dance, make out with cute boys, and still make it home before breaking curfew. Looks like my moment has come... all over... everywhere.
When was the last YOU snuck into an underground after hours where the bar was fully comped (tips gratefully accepted) the bathrooms averaged 3 sets of feet per stall, gratuitous sexual deviances being performed in all random darkness, all to the latest remix of The Outfields "Your Love".
When was the last time you told yourself this is going to be an easy night out, and the next thing you know you are chasing down cabs on NE 2nd avenue as the Sun comes up?
Ask yourself when was last time you had so much fun that you have perma-grin all next day (even as you hack up all sorts of delicious treats because your immune system has been shot out of your body by toxic combo of red bull vodka, nicotine and... well... you catch my drift.(
As we headed home last night and the sun was coming up on the downtown skyline, I turned to Mo, who looked right back at me, shook our heads with our hands on our foreheads and laughed. We kept asking how did we get here? How did this happen? Where did the night turn into this? While the details remain blurry, I will say it was more fun than I have had in a long time. I am one tired raggedy bitch right now, and the details (as previously mentioned) remain hazy. I am going to turn in now because we gotta work tomorrow morning before I do I want to say thank you Miami. You always know how to show this boy a fun time. I love you.
There are 8 comments about this post:
comment #0,
posted by
Lackner
at 05/12 12:16pm (Reply to this comment)
That was the party equivalent of World War Two.
pop lock and drop it
comment #1,
posted by
Ferosh Vernacular
at 05/12 2:05pm (Reply to this comment)
My fan took a beating.
I have to retire the black dragon, which is okay because the yellow one just came in and just in time for Mo's bday's festivites this weekend.
I have to retire the black dragon, which is okay because the yellow one just came in and just in time for Mo's bday's festivites this weekend.
gimme a beat!
comment #2,
posted by
Duran
at 05/12 2:24pm (Reply to this comment)
That fan helped me out on Saturday. Never again a cardigan until at least the fall.
Ghost of Miami Nights Past
comment #3,
posted by
B.A.C.
at 05/12 2:34pm (Reply to this comment)
That had to be the most legendary after hours i've ever been too.....debase, un-ethical, immoral....everything I come to expect from baseless inscrutable miami fiends.
I am the eggman
comment #4,
posted by
Duran
at 05/12 2:40pm (Reply to this comment)
Was this the one at PS? I would have been there if I hadn't been babysitting a fucking drunk friend of mine who was clinging on me the entire fucking night and had to take home at 2 a.m.
Ghost of Miami Nights Past
comment #5,
posted by
Lackner
at 05/12 2:50pm (Reply to this comment)
Nope, Pawn Shop.
Yes, I hate those angry sloppy drunks.
Yes, I hate those angry sloppy drunks.
pop lock and drop it
comment #7,
posted by
Ferosh Vernacular
at 05/12 3:30pm (Reply to this comment)
*HACK*
mmm Sunday morning leftovers
mmm Sunday morning leftovers
gimme a beat!












