Rising at the crack of noon, I dusted off the cobwebs and tried not to think about the beating my wallet took the night before. A quick brush of the teeth and a change into swim trunks, I was off to the beach which was directly behind our condo. I wish pictures displayed the temperature because it’s hard to describe how hot the Sun can be in Florida. I was hiding under this umbrella after a couple of hours. The girls, not so much.
After our Sun filled day, we met up with Amy’s friend, Jen, for dinner… and Tequila. I’m Mexican yet I’m the only one who looks like they are praying they won’t puke. The night ended with clubbing at Rok Bar (where I decided I wanted to be a DJ) and Mokai (where I nearly offered some Dutch guy $100 for this shirt) which lightened my wallet another $200. I believe all clubs in South Beach are colluding. Seriously, twelve dollars a drink is not market price.