10 things I learned in on my trip to Miami...

1) The guys in South Beach all require more grooming and maintenance than I do; 2) The girls in South Beach all really need to eat; 3) Somewhere on this earth, you can buy a hot pink stretch velour catsuit; 4) Just because you're over 70 does not mean that you won't wear a hot pink stretch velour catsuit; 5) Human skin really can closely resemble alligator hide; 6) Wearing a Speedo starts young, apparently around the age of four; 7) When a man approaches you with a boa (as in constrictor) and asks if you'd like to pet his snake, be very afraid; 8) David Spade does not like Costco; 9) The waiters in Miami are very slow and the cab drivers are all very speedy; 10) Just because you ran through the airport and made your connecting flight doesn't mean your luggage did the same.

I think I'm the only one in southwest Michigan with a sunburn. I'm back. At least until tomorrow, when I won't be back anymore. Then I'll be back on Sunday.

SOTD: Death Cab, Transatlanticism

Posted by blueostrich at 4:15 PM
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