hangover head

im not quite sure how it is possible, being that i only had two glasses of wine last night post-work, but my head is borderline exploding right about now.  yesterday, although i was steadfastly trying to stay at work and finish up a long detailed involved memo, two of my coworkers were heading out as well, and asked me to join them for happy hour.  one of the funniest things about living somewhere where everyone drives, is the need to "follow" the leader in cars, especially when you have no idea where you are going. are they taking a right turn? then take a right turn! are they changing lanes? then change lanes! and then that sneaky white car gets in front of you, and somehow you have to cut lanes and pass them again. more complicated, but kind of fun, like a game of tag.

predictably, our drinks last night were in a hotel, in a part of miami called "brickell." its full of yuppies in our general  age range, living in huge condo buildings, with bars/restaurants oftentimes occupying the first floor of office buildings- think midtownish? but of course, more spread out. the hotel bar was beautiful-- they all usually are-- and had a great view of miami and the ocean. drinks always seem to be at these hotels: they smell nice, they have bad service, great views and furniture, and overpriced drinks. while they had some minor happy hour (one drink for $6 instead of the normal 12 or 15),  i couldnt bear to drink a cosmo. i know, i know, they just feel so outdatedly desperate. no offense.

this morning, waking up with the headache, was brutal, but like most saturdays, i forced myself to make coffee, put on the bathing suit, and towel up down to the beach. it was horribly windy and cold. i know,  i know; a grand old 74 degrees isnt cold to most of you right about now, but while wearing next to nothing, laying down, with no protective cover, and harsh multi-directional winds blowing everywhere-- well, its a bit chilly.  the sun came out for a bit, so i bathed like a little kitten in the warmth.  i really couldnt bare not to, being that i am becoming a tanorexic. sick right? i wear sunblock of course and dont get burnt- but its just such a wonderful feeling always being on the beach. i feel like the bourgeousie.

speaking of, there was a bunch of middle aged women at the beach right near me- they must live/rent at the "canyon ranch" spa and "luxury living" building thats at the end of my block. this is one of those buildings that have permanent beach-lounge chairs set up, with nice cushions, and bright blue umbrellas, down along the beach.  also - predictably -- there is a young latin american man who walks back and forth on this strip of beach, getting the ladies towels, beverages, sunblock, or putting up umbrellas, moving lounge chairs, etc. i find it so antithetical to beach life. then again, i got a hoot out of seeing all these women giggling and catching up-- they surely sounded like new york jews recovering for the winter-- just being so LOUD in a slightly annoying but also endearing way. it made me think, awww, its kind of like, what maybe me and *my* girls will be like one day. staying at expensive places. having crushes on the young latin american men that we make bend over and move chairs for us. well.. ok, probably not like that, since its oddly colonial and dehumanizing, but you know what i mean.

tonight the coworkers & i are having dinner & heading out to see la traviata, the opera! i was delighted to hear that they were into it, since its one of those things i usually either go to with my mom or dad, or, although not recently, in central park with copious amounts of wine.  although i already have an aching pit in my stomach that the weekend is going to be over too soon, i also am extremely excited to come home and see everyone, relax-- even wear a coat. i know, what am i thinking? at least then i might think its not perpetually summertime in other places. (i feel slightly deluded in that sense). 

otherwise i feel at a loss generally of talking points. maybe i can resume later. i feel like today is extremely vapid but im ok with that. and good news-- the rash is gone! off for a run. patty- i hope you & morgan are having a wonderful time in the town of beans.

xo