While sitting by the pool on Saturday morning I was going text happy catching up with and making plans for my trip back home I got a bright idea. “Maybe I’ll head down to South Beach this weekend if Mark’s in town”. And that’s exactly what happened.

Jordanna, Mark’s girlfriend (pictured), had free bracelets to get into what used to be Mansion in South Beach for some law student’s thing. So no annoying wait in line, none of that stuff. I drove down around 9 and arrived at 10 to an empty but open condo. Dropped off my stuff and grabbed a cab to some hookah bar on Lincoln to meet up with them. From there it was off to the club (after a couple tequilla shots).

Once at the club we perused around trying to get into various VIP areas with no luck when all of a sudden Mark thows me at this smoking girl from New Orleans. I probably talked to her for about half an hour before I realized that the crew had split without me. So I left to find my friends. I thought I’d give walking back a try but by this time my sense of direction was waaay off. I probably walked for an hour, probably in the wrong direction, before I broke down and got a cab back to their house.

The following day we walked a couple blocks for breakfast, steak and eggs baby. We all decided to get massages next door to the restaurant so once out appt. time came up we were in heaven. Hung over and all the massage felt pretty good.

Sat around Mark’s flat watching <a href=“http://www.hbo.com/conchords/“>”Flight of the Concords”</a>, probably the funniest thing I’ve seen on TV in years. Two New Zealanders and some crazy funny songs.

On the drive back I swung by the only SkyLine Chili in South Florida for some much needed Cincy hangover cure. Ah, good ole SkyLine.

Today I still feel a bit off but that’s to be expected. Happy Monday!