My friend Mikey and I decided to head to Miami for a night (and a day) of fun. We wanted cashew milkshakes, yummy food, the beach, and a night of lots of dancing. Wonderfully enough, we accomplished all those things. I’m pretty sure his whole goal of the (half) weekend was to get me to say (and admit) “I’m on vacation!!!” I didn’t. I said, “I’m not on vacation, I’m in Miami, staying over night at my friend Jamie’s house.” We went back and forth on this, all night, and all the next day. We even made a bet over cashew milkshakes about it. I won the bet, ver fully saying “I’m on vacation” (heh, I’m stubborn).
Looking back, I was on vacation. I can hardly keep my eyes open right now. “I’m tired”, said anyone who ever decided to work full time, pick up small side jobs, blog, pack, fix up and move into a house, all while raising a kid (mostly) by them self. Heh.
My mini vacation was fun. Really, Miami is always fun. I can’t wait until things settle down again, and I can head back… with or without Marlowe (but probably, most likely, and joyfully, with Marlowe). I’m so happy that I was able to spend some time down there before this exhausting chaos started. It was so good to see old college friends, dance until the early hours of the morning, sleep until noon, lay on the beach, and go to my favorite falafel place, produce market, and asian restaurant (mmmm steamed buns).
poppin’ bottles… of water 😉
“did you just show your teeth?” -jamie
i love you, steamed buns.
Until next time, vacation.