Splash

It's a Tuesday night.

My sliding glass door in my bedroom is open, there's a breeze blowing in from the Bay, and the waves are lapping at the walls in the Dade Canal. I can almost even tune out the traffic! Palm trees are swaying in Maurice Gibb park, and the Really Big Yachts are starting to fill the Sunset Harbor Marina again...

I'm going to the Auto Show tomorrow night, and then I'm booked solid for the rest of the week between Birthday Parties, BookFair Parties, 90s Parties...

And don't get me started on Art Basel. I'm practically piddling. Okay, so Basel isn't my favorite thing anymore...hell I've given up all pretense about actually actually caring about the Art that goes along with all the celebration anyway... I've come to admit that I love Art Basel for the fact that it's an excuse for me to get shitcanned on free booze every night of the week while pretending I'm still fancy and interesting (who are we kidding -- I'll always be) and that for a couple of nights a year, Wynwood gets back that old energy it had before ArtWalk attracted the hoards from Kendall.

I think this is the point in the year where I go from drinking heavily because I loathe living in Miami, to drinking heavily because how freakin' awesome is it to live in Miami this time of year!?

I just love this WinterFever time of year, when summer is finally gone, and the city POPS!

I'm happy that I'll be happy until May.

Yay!