Okay. Now back to my regularly self-absorbed self.
This is a continuation of my weekend in Miami:
Saturday, September 7th:
Woke late
Sipped coffee on balcony with BB and generally lazed around. Aaaahhh.
Lunch on the patio at the hotel. While eating, Luis called and apologized profusely for his behavior the night before. I just sat and rolled my eyes while BB was talking with him. She then handed me the phone and he apologized some more to me. He told us that he hoped hed see us that night. Uh. Right. Not a chance in hell, buddy. I was secretly very happy that he and his friends had blown us off. I really didnt want to spend the weekend agonizing over BBs infidelities.
Too late. As we were lying on the beach under a giant umbrella just soaking in all of the luscious sights, BB confessed to a fling. Actually, a few of them. Two right before she got married, and one that happened right after September 11th while she was trying to get back in the country. Ouch. I know she needed a place to dump all that stuff weighing so heavily on her. But now I get to carry part of it around with me, too. Of course, theres more. And I now know a lot more about her husband than I really want to know. Spent a lot of the rest of the weekend advising her to get into couples therapy. And if he wont go, then to go by herself.
Also spent a bit of the weekend wondering if I will follow in her footsteps. I hope not. I always tease her (because shes 4 years older than me) that she makes all of the mistakes and I get to learn from them!! But watching her makes me worry. Because we are a lot alike. I just kept telling myself things like
.take note
.beware
.dont do what she did
.avoid those pitfalls
.learn
.LEARN!!
So what did we do after all of that? We shopped, of course!! For the rest of the afternoon.
Back to the hotel to shower and rest up for the evening
Literally spent the rest of the night at Mango, dancing to live salsa (ole!). I love that place!! Once we both started dancing, it was impossible to get off the floor! We both would dance with someone and then walk off the floor, only to be dragged back onto the floor by someone else! What a beautiful thing!
We both managed to get ourselves into trouble!
For me, it was Diego. Tall, gorgeous Cuban guy. Danced. Danced. Danced. Until I could no longer dance. We got off the floor to rest and so he could buy me drinks and kiss my lips and talk with me (very limited English). I took off my shoes to rest my burning feetsies, and Diego rubbed my shoulders and held onto me as we swayed to the beat. When the bar finally closed at 5am, Diego turned to hand me my shoes, and ONE of them was gone! Someone had taken only ONE of my shoes!!
Meanwhile, BB was off with some girl wed met earlier (from my city, of all places!) and a couple of guys. The girl asked BB and the guys to walk her back to the hotel. BB had left without me!
Offer from Diego to take me back to the hotel and wait for BB. We took a cab back. Me, with only one shoe!
Um. Musta been some kind of miscommunication. Diego was taking off his clothes as soon as we got there!
Thank goodness, BB was not far behind. She called to tell me that the girl we met was some kind of crackhead in need of a fix and that she was bringing someone back with her!
Diego split as soon as BB and friend came back! Hmmmm
I wonder if it was because I immediately opened the door without waiting for Deigo to get himself properly dressed? He was annoying anyway. Like that really pushy Latin guy that Billy Crystal used to play on SNL. You know, the one that tries to lure the woman into his love nest and then blocks the door and wont let her leave? Told me hed never forget me as I was pushing him out the door! Right, Diego. Youre hot, but the only way Ill remember you is by writing this down in my diary! Now get the hell out!!
What I probably will remember: Tom, BBs new friend! We sat out on the balcony and talked and laughed until the sun came up! They had quite an adventure with the crackhead, and we were all exhausted by 6:30, so we all crawled in bed together and spooned each other! Poor Tom!! Stuck in between two redheads!! I felt sorry for him!
Sunday, September 8th:
Tom left to go to a football game, and BB and I slept for what seemed like all day. But it was only 11.
Lolled around and drank our coffee on the balcony again, laughing about the night before.
Went to the spectacular brunch in the hotel. Ate more food than I probably ate all month. Every time Id go back for more, the chef would ask me where I was putting it all!! I patted my ass and said, Right here, baby.
After eating, drinking, and talking for hours (seriously!), it was time to go to the airport.
Hung out and people watched for a little while with BB. Then it was time to say our goodbyes because she had to go to a different terminal. She swore me to secrecy regarding her situation. You guys can keep a secret, cant you?
Hugged and kissed and promised to do it all over again soon.
Dont you just love girls trips?!
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