So last Friday Daniel and DB were down visiting from DC and were staying in Miami, and those of you who know from previous posts, I hate going to Miami. On Friday I left work at ten minutes to five and headed on my way down south. I got on I95 in Boca and began the worst drive of my life!!!! It was raining and I never managed to go faster than 30 mph the whole way, so low and behold two hours and 35 minutes later I was in SoBe. The drive should have let me know of my evening to come. It was a calamity of errors from start to finish. I must say 1st and foremost I had a blast despite the wayward track we were on. I was with a couple of my favorite people and that alone makes all of what went down so very worth it!. Now back to what I do best, Bitch! Since I got there so late I had to jump into the shower really quick to get ready, and had a glass of wine. That calmed me down from my angered driving experience. Daniel had made dinner reservations at Tantra and we walked over. It was a cool little place that squeezed entirely way to many tables into such a small place. There was a grass entrance way when you first got inside and a couple of bars. In the main dining room part they had upside down Christmas trees hanging from the ceiling and had a big screen on the wall playing Indian Porn. We had a bitchy German waiter, that was impatient and rude, and the prices on the menu were dramatically more than we thought they were going to be. So after much debate, we threw caution to the wind and ate there despite the rude waiter and expensive prices. Now we were sitting there for about twenty minutes when a party was seated in a booth very close to us. It was a Eurotrash older man, a dorky older man (definitely the one with the money) and three peroxide bottle blonds. They were definitely bought and paid for, spending a night away from the ranch. Eurotrash and one of the women were making out hot and heavy, she had a skirt on and Eurotrash decided that he was going to try and slip her his digits and I do not mean telephone number. I do applaud her however for slapping his hand away and then crossing her legs. This so made up for the fact the top of her hair was curly and the bottom was fried straight! Well they were creepy and our dinner was done so we moved on with our evening.

Next came a bright spot of the evening. We strolled into this little French Bistro and had the best crepe. It was so yummy. We sat for a while and enjoyed our $6 crepe and got caught up some more. By this time it was 11:30 and we were on the guest list for Prive' and we wanted to enjoy the fact we were not going to have to pay the $30 to get in!

So we thought! When we arrived at Prive' I was informed by a not so powerful doorman that we were not on the list. WHAT! I called and confirmed. Then I remember my conversation I had with Freddy the VIP table guy, and I knew he may of had something to do with this. Well, he let me in for free and only charged Daniel and DB $20 to get in, but that is not what I had arranged. I was so pissed and embarrassed. Damn the flaming Freddy! We went in and had a great time anyway dancing and making fun of the other club goers! We had a few drinks and hoped in a cab to go back to the hotel. We get dropped off a little bit from our hotel and stop in for a 2am slice of pizza, and it was great, way better than my uber expensive salad at Tantra, and while I was eating it, I was once reminded why I hate Miami, because shit like this just doesn't happen in Ft. Lauderdale. I must repeat though that through all this I had a great time and made some new memories that will stick with me for a while. With continued hope - Mel.

Ahhh, the elevators in my building that I work at are one of my favorite places. I never know what type of person I will ride the elevator with and since I work on the top floor, I always ride with someone. Sometimes I get lucky and the person is like me and just stares ahead or watches the floor flash on the display, sometimes the person wants to bitch about how long it took the elevator to get there, sometimes after lunch people all make the same stupid ass remark about the 4 coffees I have in my hands from Starbucks for the office, and sometimes I just get the loons. Today was chuck full of the loons. On my way up in the morning I rode the elevator with a man that told me the law office I work for sucks. When I asked him why he would say that, he commented about how we turned his case down against a cruise ship. I said I was sorry for that. He then informed me that what we thought was a shitty case another lawyer took, and he got $600,000. I said good for you, and he told me thanks, but I still suck! I returned with a thank you, I try. Now it is time to go back down the elevators for lunch. I usually leave at 11:50, but I got a late start and left right at 12. We stopped on every floor. This wouldn't have been so bad, but the elderly man that got on, on the 10th floor, kept farting the whole way down. I think he shit his pants it smelt so bad. Now my lunch was ruined. After some retail therapy and a slice a pizza I was back at the office waiting on an elevator to take me back to the 11th floor. As I waited a lady came up to me and was complaing that the Monorah was at the back entrance and the Christmas - whoops strike that Holiday tree was at the main entrance. (I was told it was no longer PC to say Christmas, to that I say what the fuck! Thats what it is! Christmas, celebrating Christ!) I explained to the women that she should take it up with management. We get on the elevator and the whole way up, she yells at me for being a bible thumper, Bush lover. I said nothing as I am to tired to fight, so I just let her keep going all the way to the 9th floor. Can't wait to ride the elevator back down to go home. With continued hope - Mel.