so there i am, sitting there all freaked out and type A and it reminded me exactly of why i am a nyer and why everyone else seems to be so relaxed. you just have to adapt, bc no one is going to rush for you down here. in lieu of reading the w, i got a much longer scalp massage by an assistant, and a nice head-washing, so all was not lost. i still managed to finish my appointment well within time, but had already told the girls i was running 30 min behind, so i had ample time to stop at the local liquor store on my way home to grab some wine. yes, wine, i thought. but then you know, you end up in a liquor store and dont know what to get, and normally if i was at home i wouldnt freak about it, but when youre having new friends over, you dont want to be all l.c. and pour them some yellowtail. you know what im saying. so i managed to get a bottle of cava (spanish sparkling), a bottle of pinot noir, and... a bottle of grey goose. i mean, one should always have the ingredients for vodka soda in the house, no? i treat it as an investment.
anyway, of course we only had enough time to drink the cava-- it was nicole, amanda, and another friend (non-law related), tracy, who is a prof at u miami- all very cool girls, and it was nice that it was small (others were supposed to come but had to cancel for various reasons). we drank on the roof and in the apt and then headed out for dinner. to the tackiest, most insane italian restaurant. i cant even begin to describe the random framed photos on the wall- like, random headshots of celebrities, but no indication they had eaten there, or anything. i mean, picture one of those places in little italy with all the tack, but transported into miami beach. we dont have a lot of those things down here, so it was a lot of fun, and the food was pretty good- i would say though, the ambiance ranked it at like a 9, while the food was about 6.5. so... you know. you go for the experience. we sat there for hours laughing and drinking wine and chatting and then suddenly it was 12.30am, and time for everyone to go home.
saturday morning i awoke to a lovely catch-up call with heather, who ive been playing phone tag with for the greater part of 6 weeks or so... no joke! we talked while i drank my coffee, suited up in running clothes, and then eventually headed out the door to run to ballet class with rachel. i was expecting a painful experience (do most girls have negative connotations with ballet class? there was always something awkward... the mean teachers; the thick pink tights; the wedgie-leotards; or for me, sucking in my 4-yr old stomach) but it was actually a lot of fun: there were only 4 of us, and the instructor was thorough enough and slow enough so that i mostly followed. my calves are still killing me. we then stayed for the stretch-yoga class afterwards, and then walked up the beach the 2 miles back to my house. then, off to lincoln road down in so.be. for a huge salad at a sidewalk cafe, where it suddenly started pouring, so we just kept laughing and drinking white wine with lunch/brunch (by this point, i think it was already 3.30 or so...). i dropped rachel off at her house, and still managed to make it to the farmer's market by me, getting another slew of tomatoes, cucumbers, and citrus fruits- also, artichoke. theyre kind of great, if not messy, and a new weekly-thing.
although i was all set to watch juno and do nothing other than eat take-out sushi, a friend called and asked if i wanted to go to second-saturday- the art openings, over in the design district. of course, remember this is miami- the openings end at 10pm; carla was supposed to grab me at about 9.20; and she arrived to scoop me at 10.30. so.... events were over, for the most part, although we did go into a few places with really atrocious crap. the best part? a sign hanging over the register (yes, no joke. there was a register out in the open) that said "no refunds." ummm. must be classy. we saw there was another place bustling across the street, so headed over- it was this restaurant 'grass', that also has a club inside; johnny walker was sponsoring the night so they took some pictures of us, and then we got free drink tokens. for what, you ask? johnny walker black, with two options: rocks, or straight. neither carla nor her friend ana could tolerate it, so i adoringly took their magical coins and proceeded to wait until the whiskey (is that what it is?) was watered down enough to actually drink. not bad. but not my first choice. the club portion of grass sucked- i think we lasted inside for about 7 minutes before i threw a minor shit-fit of facial expressions, prompting us to go back outside, where they were playing lots of latin music. so we danced outside under the moon and stars, even though you couldnt really see them at all bc there are these weird grass-hut-thatched-roof structures everywhere. still, not bad. a fun night, especially considering i was only expecting, remember, a night with juno and sushi. ana drove me home once i started complaining incessantly about my poor feet, and was in bed by 3am.
this morning i struggled out of bed and onto the beach, spending my easter-sunday barely clothed in the hot sun for about 4 hours, until i realized i needed to eat something, and toddled back inside for a bit. i have a personal mission to rid myself of unnecessary tan lines, so it requires me to constantly adjust and readjust my bathing suit, but let me tell you, its worth it. i am turning into the laziest little beach bum.
after some errand-running, i did a little more running on the beach, closing out the day with the fresh air and cool breeze and stretching in front of the water. now, baking some tofu and being mesmorized by 'the sound of music' playing in the background (earlier, it was 'mary poppins', i would say equally as good, if not better). thats all she wrote on this end of things; im just proud i didnt try to supplement the easter-package patty sent me with more chocolate offerings. success! (if you count eating one-reeces-egg-per-day success. and i do.).
happy sunday night
xo
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