Slacker--I cannot believe I have not posted since May 13th! It has been crazy busy around here but I have to take a sec to relive the weekend I just had so that it doesn't turn into a dream.
Because that is what I thought Monday morning when I woke up, "was that all a dream?" Because as the reality of Monday sucker punched me with all its deadlines and laundry and phone calls to return and refridgerators to be filled and a baby completely off schedule, the only proof I had of my weekend was some pictures and bruises up and down my arm. Because that's all I could do all weekend was pinch myself saying "you're here, this is actually happening."
About three weeks ago, I received this invite in the mail from my college friend, Catherine Anne, inviting Bert and me to Miami for her 30th birthday weekend. I looked over the cutest invitation I have ever seen and texted her that I would try to figure out a way to make it but that it may not be in the cards for me. She texted back, "we've got your plane ticket and hotel room--you have to come!" Now this is a friend who is there for everything! We moved to Atlanta together after college, went through all the "oh no, I'm a grown up" stuff together, and met our husbands around the same time. Not only that, she came to my wedding that was two days before Christmas and her baby was only 6 weeks old--That is a GOOD friend!
Once we figured out that my parents were moving and my in laws couldn't keep Loulie, my sweet husband sent me without him saying to go and have fun! No trouble fulfilling that command :)
They put us up here. Seriously, I could have stayed at the Holiday Inn and been happy being able to sleep in and take long showers without interruption but our hotel was amazing! All I know, is that it is Gwyneth's favorite and she could recommend toilet paper and I would totally go out and buy it--I think she is awesome! So staying where GP prefers pretty much made my year.
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| At the SoHo Beach House with the birthday girl! Friday night they had a birthday party at the SoHo Beach House. I'm not sure if it was the endless glasses of champagne, the lobster, the fabulous reggae band or the company of great friends but I could have stayed all night. After taking a not so planned tour through the old hotel (my favorite was the bar covered in white Christmas lights--if I could just get my backyard to look like that), we headed over to what we thought would be just a regular bar. |
Wrong! If you know Catherine Anne and Patrick, they never do anything half-hearted. The thing about this entire weekend is that it was supposed to be for Catherine Anne, except she just kept asking us if we were having fun and wanting us to enjoy Miami. So instead of hitting up the hotel bar (which was still out of this world), Patrick sent us on a detour into LIV. Now I haven't been into a club in about oh, 20 + 9 months; but this was pretty incredible. Although, it was tons of fun, it was the only time during the entire weekend where I felt my age. No longer am I used to music vibrating through my chest, dancing close to about 2000 other people and drinks being spilled. Lynmarie and I ducked out a little early so we would be well rested for the next day.
They rented the Never Say Never for the day. Now I tried to be cool about this but I may or may not have danced down the side of the boat at one point singing "I feel like Beyonce!!!" Because only someone like Beyonce gets to sit on a yacht in Biscayne Bay getting a massage while drinking champagne and having waiters bring you fresh scallops and crab claws. The joke was we might get struck by lightning heading back in because no one deserves it this good.
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