This summer I had yet to take a real vacation (Essence and DC [2x] didn’t count). So seeing as how the last weekend of the unofficial summer just passed I took my black ass down to Miami. I figured that the weekend would be a lot less niggerific than Memorial Day weekend. Based on what I’ve heard and saw I was pretty much right.
**I wanted to do this blog post at the beginning of the week but I was being lazy so here it is.**
So I got down there Friday afternoon and I was worried because scattered showers were in the forecast all weekend. As I stepped off the plane I noticed it was raining so Friday didn’t consist of much besides getting something to eat, walking around and going to sleep early. I know I suck but I was tired and couldn’t help it.
Saturday consisted of going to the beach and catching some rays before the rain kicked in. Still had a good time on the beach although I wished I could have stayed out there longer. Before I got down to Miami I wondered if my body was beach ready. One thing that I learned is that no matter how bad you think your beach body may look, there is always someone that looks worse than you. Case in point:
I also ended going to the mall later that evening. They have a pretty nice mall out there although I’m not really a mall person. I did get to catch Inglorious Basterds. If you haven’t seen it, please do. Its a typical Tarantino film. Lots of gore, action and humor.
Sunday consisted of more beach time. It didn’t rain at all on Sunday and I was happy about that. Went to the strip had an early lunch at Primetime. My food sure was good and it looked good. Man I crushed that steak.
I couldn’t leave Miami without making a stop by Wet Willies and getting me a drink. I had a mix of Mango and Margarita. I tried that Call a Cab and it tasted like cough syrup to me. *shrugs shoulders* That was only one of the drinks I had the entire weekend.
Monday I brought my ass back to Tennessee. I sure didn’t feel like it.
I know what you’re thinking. This is Tunde. He loves to party [party, party, party lets all get wasted]. How come he didn’t go out. Well lets get to that. For starters everyone seemed to want to be a baller (I’m pretty much expected that) and the club promoters took full advantage of it.
So Saturday night got to Sobe & the Mansion (basically next door to each other) around 12. Both lines were ridiculously long. The Mansion was charging $40 (not bad) for the general admission but the line was at a standstill. The VIP line was $60 (still not bad) but that line was at a standstill also. Sobe’s general admission line was $60 and their
slow express line was $80. It was the same deal with their line. It wasn’t going anywhere. Waited for about 30 minutes before both clubs got chucked the deuce. Oh and their bottle service was like $360.
Sunday I thought I had the formula. Trey Songz and Jermaine Dupri had a party that was at Liv. Doors opened at 11 so I figured get there at 10:30 and we should be good. Not even. The line wasn’t that long but 10:30 quickly turned to 11:15 and we hadn’t moved but 5 feet and that’s because people ended up leaving the line. I overheard the bouncer talking to this guy near me and he was like you don’t have to wait if you get bottle service. The dude asked how much. He said $1000. o_0 I was thinking dude can’t be serious. Then shortly I found out that general admission was $100 for men and $60 for women. For a party that just started 15 minutes prior! Yeah right. Walked the four blocks right back to my hotel.
Besides the club fiasco I had a great time. Let the birthday month continue. I’ll be home in two weeks for 10 days. If you’re home get at me. I got two weddings, my birthday party (at Ibiza I believe) and my high school reunion (at Indulge I think).