Glorious, glorious Miami.No I didn't take those two guys sandwrestling on purpose.
Spring Break Songs (aka tunes that were playing ad nauseum in FL):
Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects
Golddigger by Kanye West
Check On It by Beyonce
There It Go (The Whistle Song) by Juelz Santana
Fly to Miami; it's exactly like Vice City in GTA. Get yourself hopelessly lost in Little Havana because you no hablas espanol, then launch a hapless search for "authentic Cuban cigars" in sweltering 27C heat before realizing that the closest you get to the real things are either handmade by Cubans in Little Havana, or imported from the Dominican Republic (Arnold Schwarzenegger smokes those!). Try out Sesame-Street-level Spanish on a Cuban art dealer. Make a pal out of the guy who runs the Quiksilver store in SoBe. Run into the braided Puerto Rican bouncer who let you into the club last night - 3 times the following day. Do Corona on SoBe. Row to Shaq's house the day after the Heat lose to the T-Wolves. Order a mojito from a waitress who tells you straight in the face you don't look your age. People-watch at a Cuban cafe as the most gorgeous sports cars go by. Pass every night in fear that the rickety bed you sleep on will suddenly collapse below you. Step outside every day in shorts or skirts and Birkies. Make fun of the blond effeminate guy at the hostel front desk behind his back. Gallivant in the neon-lined streets at night because, despite being one of the sketchier places, Collins and Ocean look so delightfully plastic. Wonder at the strangely misspelt French at the busstop signs, then discover that it's actually Haitian. Rollerblade down poshtosh Lincoln Road Mall and go broke eating sashimi for dinner there later. Introduce your friend to the wonders of Bacardi Silver. Play Warthog as loudly as you can at night. Then leave early for the airport, realise the bus doesn't run on weekdays, grab a taxi and make a dash for it, only to have your flight delayed for 5 hours because the infamous Florida storms have shut down all the runways.
That, lovelies, is the all-purpose answer to "How was Spring Break?"
P.S. I also spent a day in NYC maxing out my credit card on 7th Ave with Estelle, but more about that later.
