first: the sushi/thai phemonemon is relatively common. we had one back in saratoga during college. but actually, right after i read that comment of yours, i noticed that approximately 15 sushi/thai restaurants in miami. no joke!
i am super duper tired, but i dont know why. i got a good chunk of sleep last night. friday i was out with candice & her friends, at a rooftop bar in south beach. there was no pool, but there were red water bed sofas, where everyone was lounging. it was actually pretty chill, neve that loud, and i met some great girls, which was a lot of fun. it did, of course, make me miss my own girls, but the time was great nonetheless. candice knew the bartender so all drinks were free, meaning annie could not stop drinking dirty martinis. but- i didnt have to worry about driving, since i amazingly took the bus downtown. no joke! i am in love with public transport, as you all know, but here its much more shady. i feel like the bus in nyc is acceptable, but here, it was me and lots of sketchies. including one random guy who looked like he was already wasted and barely holding it together.
anyway, the bar. after the rooftop, we then walked over to the delano where we danced around tables where older men were getting bottles and the younger women they were with were gyrating their little hearts out (but not in a good way... dancing i mean!!!). that too was fun, but it was also 3AM, and the time when you have long stopped drinking & substituted water for martinis. it was, in other words, time for bed. all in all, a lot of fun, sassy girls, no pretention, and it was just so sweet that candice had invited me out.
yesterday was another beautiful day so i spent a few hours at the beach. i know i know, rough life, right?? no, really, it was gorgeous. sorry to rub it in. the water was a little colder than usual, but it felt wonderful being that the sun was so hot. then, for some reason, i thought it would be a good idea to go for a long run along the beach after laying out for hours. (theres a portion of the beach that has a wooden boardwalk around 47 street down to about 19th st or so, pretty cute- although for some reason, lots of orthodox jews in that area, walking their babies on the boardwalk. i think 47th street might be like the borough park of miami). anyway this run inevitably resulted in a horrible stomach-ache and headache that made me think i might vomit. why?? i dont know.
after nursing my stomach back to pseudo-life with some tea, i then went out to meet my coworkers for dinner at a tapas & flamenco joint. speaking of things that would never exist in new york.... the interior of the restaurant was big, but one of the walls was fashioned like the exterior of a spanish building in spain, you know, little balconies, etc. there was a stage with a guy playing guitar & singing, someone on drums, and then two dancers- male & female, amazing!!! very loud of course, but they would take breaks while we could chat, and of course who doesnt love tapas - garlicky, olive-oilly, deliciousness. i also had my first snail. i thought it was a mushroom. apparently i was mistaken. it was smothered in this thicky, brown, rich, french-like sauce, also delicious.
watching the flamenco, i thought, why dont i try that?? the woman was probably in her forties or fifties, a little larger than you would normally think of a dancer, but so graceful and powerful, shaking her hips all over the place. her male companion was wearing a shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, with a haircut like rod stewart, red dancing shoes on, and an attitude that clearly said, "i am machismo!! but i am also liking to sway my hips." he was a younger guy, and took himself and his crafted sexiness very very seriously. it was highly entertaining. all through the night, some women would join them on stage & dance the flamenco. i think this might be because-- the restaurant also offers lessons!!! yes, i hear that for $75 you can have a long lesson & lunch. am i nerd? because that sounds amazing. it made me, nonetheless, consider taking lessons while im here. i've seen a lot of ads for flamenco classes, could be very fun to do.
wow, a lot of typing! so much to say. this afternoon we fly to atlanta. i am thinking that dinner should happen at this place called six feet under, a bar that is across the street from a cemetary. i am also looking forward to experiencing southern food. i live in cuba so we dont get much of that. the only awkwardness (potentially) is that i am going with my two male co-workers, one of whom just started last week, so i dont quite have a handle on him yet. the other is very sweet and nice enough, but not that social. should be a "time" for sure.
time to refuel on coffee before heading out for a run. lets cross the fingers i dont get sick this time.
xoxo
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