Miami Vices (Part 1) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

What is going on with me?

Could it be that I’m trying to make up for all those prudish years? All those painfully frightening years where I thought that if I touched a boy he’d never ask me to the prom, wouldn’t want me to be his girlfriend, would decide that I was a slut?

Or is it that it’s just been too, too long since I’ve had some good, outrageous, naked fun?

Nah. I’m pretty sure it’s simply because it was the weekend and I was with my Best Bud in Miami and we wanted to cut loose and pretty much willed it all to happen. And so it did.

So where can I possibly begin? I suppose at the beginning.

I arrived at the hotel a few hours earlier than BB. So I had time to decorate the whole entire suite with black balloons and streamers (though BB looks more like 25, she’s really 40 now, and I took great delight in reminding her over and over again! I’m sure she’s already plotting how she’s going to get me back). It took me for freaking ever because I had to climb on chairs and all over the bed to get all the streamers and balloons stuck to the ceiling. BB took photos, but she’s still there (at a conference) and it’s her husband’s camera, blah, blah. Long story short, it’s probably going to take a long time to get those photos. And BB will probably get divorced over them. You think I’m kidding?

Sorry. Getting ahead of myself.

Once the decorations were in place and the gifts were all wrapped (three hours later), I went out and found a little market to get drink mixers. BB called to tell me that she and Dana and Tina had just landed!

When they finally got to the room, I burst open the door and screamed, “SURPRISE!!!” and everyone was impressed by my decorating skills and the party began. I’d never met Dana and Tina before. Dana is one of BB’s co-workers and Tina is Dana’s best friend. They were simply the coolest. The bellman brought bag after bag into the room, I asked what all of it was. They had packed one whole giant suitcase full of alcohol and party snacks!

We hung out and made drinks and ate snacks and BB opened all of her presents. Then we decided that it was time to get ready to go out! When we met back up in our room, everyone looked stunning. I wish I had the photos to post here, but you know I wouldn’t post a picture of myself anyway…so who am I kidding? Just take my word for it, we all looked H-O-T.

And off we went. Went to the Sky Bar first because we were supposed to be meeting some of BB’s friends there. She warned me that they were young little hotties. We waited for them on this giant mattress-y type seat cushion thingy. And when they showed up I have to admit that she was right. But not only that. They were smart little whippersnappers too. And two of them were with their girlfriends. I suppose to keep things safe as far as BB was concerned. Believe me, she needs that. I could also tell that BB was trying to set me up with Eric, the only one without a girl. Eh so. Who am I to disappoint her on her birthday?

We all (9 of us at this point) piled into cabs and went to another bar. It was loungy, kind of smarmy, yet FUN! Immediately, Eric and I started talking. Um okay. Maybe not immediately. I suppose it was more like after a couple of shots. But anyway. We eventually started talking. And I think we all danced and stuff in something of a big circle. But the night started getting a little blurry at this point, and that’s a dangerous thing when you consider that I didn’t make it back to the room until somewhere around 9am on Saturday.

Getting ahead of myself again.

At one point, Eric took me by the hand and we went outside. He took me over to a marina area and we walked around by the boats. And then we kissed for a while and he invited me back to his place.

Yeah. Well. Wow.

I told him that I was really only in Miami because it was my best bud’s birthday and I certainly couldn’t leave her at some seedy bar, now could I? So we walked back to the bar, and he told me that he’d wait outside. And for some reason I went back in like it was perfectly fine for me to find BB and tell her that I was going home with this guy.

Luckily, I couldn’t find her. For a long, long, LONG time. I wandered and I walked around and I asked Dana and Tina who were both already hitting it off with practically everyone in the place. Nobody knew where BB was! I walked and wandered some more. I looked in every nook and cranny in that place. No BB. I asked the doorguy if he’d seen her. I asked all her other friends. Nobody had seen her.

So when I went back outside to tell Eric that I couldn’t find BB, he was gone too! Of course, when I went back inside, I immediately found BB. Standing right there, by the bar. Talking to some boy who looked like a billy goat.

I was pissed, to say the least. Not only drunk, but now angry because she made me lose my opportunity with Eric!! Oh what a brat I turned into! I stumbled right up to her and asked her where the fuck she’d been. She just kind of stared at me blankly. I told her that I’d been looking for her practically all night. She said she’d been talking to Billy Goat the whole time.

That only agitated me. Damn, I was an angry drunk. I pointed straight at poor Billy Goat and screamed, “That! That is NASTY!!!”

Then looked at BB and screamed some more: “What are you doing with him anyway?? YOU ARE A MARRIED WOMAN!!!”

At that point, BB had every right to slap me down. What I was doing was so not fair to her. I was obviously pissed at my own situation. It had nothing to do with the fact that she is a married woman and that she was having a conversation with a guy who looked like a billy goat. But I obviously wasn’t thinking straight at all. And I’m glad that BB just kept looking at me like I was completely insane and hardly said anything. She just let me have my little tantrum and then she let me slink back into a corner where I could pout like a spoiled little brat.

And pout I did. I skulked and paced the floor and steam rose from my head, obviously calling attention to myself. So much so that this tall, gentle, soft spoken guy walked right up to me and asked me what was wrong and if he could help me.

Damn straight, he could. I told him my stupid sob story (leaving out the part about Eric, of course) and then stuck out my bottom lip until he bought me a beer.

It was only after BB noticed that I was being soothed by this gentle giant and came up to me and whispered in my ear how H-O-T he was that I calmed down and took a good hard look at him and said to myself, …ooh…yeah…he really is hot, isn’t he?

And all that ridiculous, unfair, misplaced anger just floated right away. Now. Don’t get me wrong. I know that my behavior was unacceptable. I realize that this has a little to do with jealousy, insecurity, and a LOT to do with the trouble that I have handling alcohol. I realize that I should explore these issues a little more deeply.…but lemme tell ya, when I say this guy was smoking, I mean BLAZING. And so sweet. And such luscious lips. And so charming. And so interesting. And such delicious long, black curly hair. And such green-hazel eyes. And so tall. So big. So yummy. So much of all of this and more.

(and more and more to follow…)