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.