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Because my every other idle thought of the past month seems to have materialized and now with the discussion of Vegas and marriage that Schiz and I had on the way back from South Beach only to find out that Miss Britney Jean did just that, well, it just seems silly not to.
*makes a note to buy tickets*
Speaking of South Beach. After a morning outing and about two hours and change spent washing the car on my part, we took our sexy asses down to Miami Beach. Had my first adventure in parallel parking then seafood dinner at this lovely little Latin place set around a hotel pool with live music and dancing, then over to Mango's for drinks. Mmm, Midori margarita. There were very scantily clad girls and mostly uncoordinated if enthusiastically ass-shaking boys, but there was sheer leopard print all around so we're not exactly complaining.
A couple of boys in their tricked-out little lowrider were blasting Up Against the Wall as we drove along Ocean Drive, bopping their heads along. Have I mentioned JC was robbed regarding that song not being released as a single? Egregious oversight.
We took the long way back and got a jump on the deja vu that will be this coming July by driving past all the big beach landmarks of CFTC V - the strip of beach where the games were set up, the Bass Museum, Loew's, the Eden Roc, Crobar, etc. Good times, yo.
We also admitted to ourselves that it was just too pretty and stopped in to buy Orlando's GQ at the Hollywood Barnes & Noble. Had to tear myself away from $30 book about the inner machinations of the music industry. The canonwhore dork within me is plotting to overtake all better senses as we speak though.
Have y'all gone to see Peter Pan yet? And just why not? Seriously, so so good.
*takes inventory* Have acquired pirate shirt, going to Disney tomorrow with Schiz, cold tea is okay but soft garlic rolls are better, still not February 10th. Three out of four ain't bad.
*makes a note to buy tickets*
Speaking of South Beach. After a morning outing and about two hours and change spent washing the car on my part, we took our sexy asses down to Miami Beach. Had my first adventure in parallel parking then seafood dinner at this lovely little Latin place set around a hotel pool with live music and dancing, then over to Mango's for drinks. Mmm, Midori margarita. There were very scantily clad girls and mostly uncoordinated if enthusiastically ass-shaking boys, but there was sheer leopard print all around so we're not exactly complaining.
A couple of boys in their tricked-out little lowrider were blasting Up Against the Wall as we drove along Ocean Drive, bopping their heads along. Have I mentioned JC was robbed regarding that song not being released as a single? Egregious oversight.
We took the long way back and got a jump on the deja vu that will be this coming July by driving past all the big beach landmarks of CFTC V - the strip of beach where the games were set up, the Bass Museum, Loew's, the Eden Roc, Crobar, etc. Good times, yo.
We also admitted to ourselves that it was just too pretty and stopped in to buy Orlando's GQ at the Hollywood Barnes & Noble. Had to tear myself away from $30 book about the inner machinations of the music industry. The canonwhore dork within me is plotting to overtake all better senses as we speak though.
Have y'all gone to see Peter Pan yet? And just why not? Seriously, so so good.
*takes inventory* Have acquired pirate shirt, going to Disney tomorrow with Schiz, cold tea is okay but soft garlic rolls are better, still not February 10th. Three out of four ain't bad.
