…Part 2 in my Weekend in Miami series. Go back a few entries to see the beginning!
So yeah, sitting in the lobby bar of the Delano, I practiced my opening line with the bartender, not really thinking it would lead to anything, but it led to the gifts of lots of photos of his puppy, tips on where to go in South Beach and free vodka-infused pineapple shots for [EB] and me! A good first try!
Afterwards, [EB] and I went out to the pool bar of the Delano, and even though it was getting late in the evening, it was clear that the night was still very, very young by Miami standards - not a lot of folks out yet and we decided to move on to another venue, thinking we may go back to the Delano if that place sucked.
Moved next door to the SLS. I believe it was fairly recently renovated. The pool area out back was gorgeous and we saw some red velvet ropes and wondered what the party was all about, so we walked over to the…bouncers? I guess… and asked what was going on. They were two really handsome dudes, and one of the guys started kind of fucking with us, saying things like, “oh…had a really relaxing day and nothing much happened…what’s up with YOU?” And I was kind of like, “No…I mean, what’s going on tonight? Here!” And he kept fucking with us being all elusive about the question. Clearly, we were not invited to this event, so we said, “Boy, bye!” and walked away. Jerks.
Decided since it hadn’t been that long at the SLS, we’d try the 1 Hotel South Beach rooftop bar as our hot bartender had recommended it and [EB] had been there before and thought it would be good.
Meh. Guess it was STILL too early and nobody seemed very loosened up yet.
So back to the W we returned. There were a couple of cool places we thought we might be able to have a nightcap…maybe two. We went to the first kind of lobby-ish bar and wanted some bubbly that wasn’t $30 a pop. It did not exist. In fact, I don’t think there were any drinks that were below $25!!! I mean, I am okay with drinking expensive drinks, but not all night long…and I kinda wanted to party ALL NIGHT LONG at this point. We ended up not ordering anything and decided to maybe go out by the pool???
Semi-dejected, we walked outside and lo and behold, we saw yet another BAR. Seemed like kind of a casual, cute tiki bar. And as soon as we bellied up to this particular bar, we met three dudes. They were drunk, sloppy and married, but they were also on an expense account and they were FUNNY AS HELL!!
Thus began Phase 2 of the evening. This is where we got our second winds and our third, fourth, fifth, sixth…(you get the point) FREE DRINKS!!
We hung at the tiki-sih bar until it was time to go to “da club”, which was a nightclub called Wall [insert a “to the window, to the wall and sweat and balls” remark here].
Now. I know what you’re thinking. We were only hanging out with these dudes for the drinks, and you’re partially correct. But they were a BLAST, you guys. I can’t tell you the last time I belly laughed so damn hard. Nor can I remember the last time I danced and danced until I couldn’t anymore!
It was SO. MUCH. FUN!! It felt like the blurry parts of The Hangover for a while (minus the tiger and the wedding) - music pumping, booze flowing, twirling, twirling, hands everywhere…
…until we were done.
And there was the point when I turned to [EB] and said, “I’m done. Let’s go to the bathroom and then just go…”
And we did!
Who knows what time it was - maybe 2:30 or 3? But remember, [EB] and I both had taken 5:30am flights to Miami, so we’d both been up for 24 hours by that point. We were SO DONE and just laughing deliriously about what had just happened.
I don’t even care that there was no kissing or monkey business - it was just pure bliss out there dancing away and laughing our heads off.
And it’s already taken me two entries to write about a single DAY on our trip. Next Miami entry will probably cover the rest of the weekend.
xox,
GS
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