South Beach Nostrils

I went to Miami last wteekend. As apparently did mimseylou . Instead of her ghetto Ramada Inn, I stayed in South Beach. It took about 5 hours to drive there. Normally it would take about 4 hours, but I have a bladder the size of a hamster. So many stops were involved.

If I had a superpower, I would want it to be bladder control.

The traffic kind of, what’s the word I’m looking for? Oh yes, sucked. It sucked. It sucked long and hard. I'm from the midwest and I have a tendency to let people over when they want over, a fact that many cars took advantage of. And when I wanted over? Not so much was the favor returned. Suck!

Yes, anyhow. I stayed with my friend who stays in a condo. A condo on South Beach. On the 19th floor. Rent free.

I found that job for her by the way. Good damn thing I’m not the kind to be jealous.

Here are some pictures of the view. The view that I am totally not jealous of.

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The view from the treadmill from the gym on the 29th floor:

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The kitchen. That stupid ass flower plant thing is real. Naturally.

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The kitchen table where I ate my non-jealous breakfast.

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The fabulous livingroom

By comparison, this is my livingroom (yes, my bed is in my livingroom, and no, I don’t want to talk about it)

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That couch is for sale on Ebay right now, if you’re in the Tampa area, go bid. I might throw in a free pop tart if you bid now. Your choice of flavors. Within reason of course.

And here is the view from the front door of my office

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Ok, I’ll stop now, before you get jealous of my fabulous job.

Oh, maybe just one more, behold the power of sushi

I was pretty sure I hated sushi the last time I had it, but got talked into trying it again. As I can’t really taste anything – I go mainly by textures of foods – sushi tastes kind of like eyeballs to me. My friend helpfully said, “put a bunch of wasabi on it.”

There is a possibility she was trying to kill me, but I can’t prove it.

I still couldn’t taste it, but my nose was on fire. Burning fire.

She says, oh so helpfully again, “here, try some rice to cool it down.”

Brilliant, except the fork still had a big glop of wasabi on it. So back to the flaring nostrils of fire.


2006-03-10 at 10:00 a.m.