. . . continuation
Day 4 – May 31st
Day 4 for me was kinda like Day 3 still. Mine and Dana’s flight had been moved up to 7:35am, rather than 8:05am; thus, we weren’t allowed to sleep anymore. There was no way we were going to be able to wake up if we went to sleep after the club, since we had to leave the hotel at 5:30am, just so we can make it to the airport by 6am. Luckily I packed most of my stuff before we left for the club (Yes Der and Jai! I packed early this time! LMAO!). So Dana and I changed back into our San Francisco/Airport comfortable attire, and just ate our pizza while we waited for 5:30 to come around. Rosal and Jas stayed up with us while we waited. Anyhow, April just kinda went straight to the couch and knocked out in her dress and everything. So Rosal felt that it be best that she help change her into her PJs. OMFG! Out of no where, April starts ballin! Like crying like a little baby. So we start to panic like, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Why this girl say (all while crying), “I don’t want to take off my dress!” So we’re like, “why?” (Still looking at her worried, like something bad happened and we didn’t know it happened.) “Because if I take it off, it means this is all over! And I’m never going to wear this dress again! And I don’t want to go home, because this weekend will be all over!” Hahahaha. OMG! OMG! LMFAO! We all just looked at each other, and burst out laughing! Even when she came upstairs to the room, she started crying again, saying the same thing. It was hi-la-ri-ous!
So 5:30am eventually came, and me and Dana were out the door, in a cab, and headed to the airport. After a long weekend like that we were more than happy to go home. LOL But of course, Dana and I didn’t have a direct flight home. We had to stop at Atlanta for two hours. We ended up just having lunch there, Popeye’s! Yummy Popeye’s! With lots and lots of Louisiana hot sauce! LOL Then on to the plane we boarded, and to beautiful San Francisco we went. Aawww….there’s no place like home. Seriously, no place like home.
THE END
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Bienvenido a Miami. Part Numero Tres.
. . . continuation
Day Three – Saturday, May 30th
Even though most of us probably really wanted to just sleep in, we couldn’t because we were scheduled for both a boat and van tour of the city. Luckily instead of the original plan of up and ready by 9:30am, the tour guides pushed it down to 11:30am. First stop was the boat tour. The best part of the tour I might add. We docked at this place that looked like would be their version of San Francisco’s Pier 39. The boat tour was kinda like the Bay Cruise we have here, but 10x better! The boat tour brought us to see celebrity homes. Basically the portion of the tour they call “Star Island.” The first house we saw was the house used to film the movie “Scarface.” It looked exactly how it did when the movie was filmed! On the left of that house is Rosie O’Donell’s house. We also got to see the following houses: Gloria Estefan, Julio Iglesias (some of you might know him better as Enrique Iglesias’ dad), Shaquille O’Neil, Vanilla Ice (before he became broke), Elizabeth Taylor, P. Diddy, Phillip Frost (he’s the CEO of a big pharmaceutical company called, OPKO Health, Inc., and basically the man who provides every man with Viagra LOL), and houses they used to film Miami Vice. Along the tour, we also went pass this island called Beer Island. It’s basically an island, where you don’t need to bring anything but a cooler of beer, and when I say you don’t need anything, that’s clothes included. LOL It’s known as a nude island. Another island we went pass was an island where it basically has everything you will ever need to survive. The cost to stay is over a GEE! People who are known to stay there are stars like Oprah and Mariah Carey. One interesting useless fact that I’ve learned on that boat ride was that the Hard Rock Café by the water is the only Hard Rock Café in the world without the giant guitar in the front, because one of the Hurricane Wilma took it, and they decided not to replace it. LOL That’s all.
The van tour wasn’t that interesting except for the fact that it made me wish I too had a freaken $1Million house, so I’m not gonna even bother write about it. LMAO! Although we did get to drive through Lil Havana, where you will find all the Cubans, we didn’t bother to stop there either. We were all too tired and hungry, and I think the fact that the mosquitoes made a buffet out of us the night before didn’t help either. LOL So we just had the tour guide drop us off at the restaurant where we were planning on having dinner for that night, Texas de Brazil (www.texasdebrazil.com). Texas de Brazil will get you full! It’s like the Espetus we have in the city. Same concept. Waiters walk around with swords of meat, and you just grab what you want. Delish! Jon and I have been to Espetus in the city, so I already knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea to fill up my plate with the stuff from the salad bar. So I kept telling everyone, “Don’t fill up your plates!” But did they listen? Nope, they all filled up their plates. LOL So when the swords of meat came, everyone felt overwhelmed. LOL Other than that, we all left there really full. After Texas de Brazil, we headed back to our hotel, and decided to just lie in the beach before it was time to get ready for the last club of our vacay.
(Pic: The "Scarface" House.)
(Pic: Al Capone's body guards and securities house. LOL That's his house in the back.)
(Pic: The House of Viagra. $10,000 a palm tree! Imported from South Africa.)
The last club we went to was Club Karu & Y. This club was supposed to be the club all the celebrities and athletes go to. Let me tell you now, I didn’t see anybody famous. LOL Right when we got there, I already got a bad vibe. The stupid valet guy opens his big mouth, and with his luck, I was the one beside him, and he says, “I’ve never seen so many Chinese people in one place my whole life.” Oh hell! Here we go again! I turn to him and start yelling, “We ain’t no fucken Chinese! We some fucken Filipinos! Get your facts straight before you say shit!” And here come my cousin April from behind, “We fucken Filipino! You just gone insulted us with that shit!” LOL That fool was backing away “Filipino. Okay. Filipino.” I don’t know what’s wrong with these people. They like seriously never saw a Filipino before! Vanessa Minnillo is Filipino. Vanessa Hudgens is Filipino. Heck! Even Tia Carrere is Filipino! What’s wrong with these people? So freaken ignorant! What I should have said to him was, “And what are you, Mexican?” Shit, let’s see how much he would have liked that. We had bottle service again that night, but I think I would have been happier without it. I wasn’t feelin the vibe inside. They had their strobe lights constantly on! I swear if I suffered from epilepsy, I probably would have had a seizure right then and there. And it was soooo hot! I didn’t even get a chance to dance yet, and I was already dripping sweat. Luckily they had this nice set up in the back. White couches everywhere…..open cabanas…..very nice. So Dana, Goldie, Roselle and I ended up kicken it outside most of the time, because it felt more refreshing to be outside rather than inside. Before you knew it, our whole party was outside too, and we ended up just having fun out there. Sheesh, if we only knew it was gonna be like that, then it would have saved us $50 each.
(Pic: The other girls were laggin, so me and Goldie (the only two in Miami who have the hardest time getting tan) decided to take pictures.)
(Pic: Jas, Rosal, Jaimie, Roselle, April (The Bride-to-Be), Dana, Me, and Goldie at Club Karu & Y)
After the club, we got hungry. So before going back to the hotel, we asked Victor (He was our tour guide earlier during the day, but became our official driver after that. LOL) if he could bring us somewhere to buy food. We ended up going to some pizza place near our hotel. OMG! Worst pizza place ever! EVER! All the workers were possibly drunk. In fact, I think they WERE drunk, because I saw some of them with cups of beer in their hands. They seemed more focus about what we looked like, because one of them kept asking Jas if she was from freaken Thailand! Anyhow, even just buying our food was so irritating. Okay, you got 10 girls in there ordering (Rosal stayed in the van with April because she was finished for the night, and two of the other ladies left the club early.), and you have all 10 girls ordering different kinds of slices. Common sense now, wouldn’t you think that each girl who stood in line for a pizza was going to pay for their own pizza? Why these fools ring it up all together? What if we didn’t even know each other? Then the way they gave it to us, was they just put it on top of two paper plates. If it weren’t for Jas to recommend putting all the pizzas into one big box, then we would have all been holding pizzas on our laps. OMG! I don’t know. It was just all a big mess. I wish I got the name of that pizza place, because I would tell everyone never to go there. The pizza wasn’t good either.
To be continued . . . .
Day Three – Saturday, May 30th
Even though most of us probably really wanted to just sleep in, we couldn’t because we were scheduled for both a boat and van tour of the city. Luckily instead of the original plan of up and ready by 9:30am, the tour guides pushed it down to 11:30am. First stop was the boat tour. The best part of the tour I might add. We docked at this place that looked like would be their version of San Francisco’s Pier 39. The boat tour was kinda like the Bay Cruise we have here, but 10x better! The boat tour brought us to see celebrity homes. Basically the portion of the tour they call “Star Island.” The first house we saw was the house used to film the movie “Scarface.” It looked exactly how it did when the movie was filmed! On the left of that house is Rosie O’Donell’s house. We also got to see the following houses: Gloria Estefan, Julio Iglesias (some of you might know him better as Enrique Iglesias’ dad), Shaquille O’Neil, Vanilla Ice (before he became broke), Elizabeth Taylor, P. Diddy, Phillip Frost (he’s the CEO of a big pharmaceutical company called, OPKO Health, Inc., and basically the man who provides every man with Viagra LOL), and houses they used to film Miami Vice. Along the tour, we also went pass this island called Beer Island. It’s basically an island, where you don’t need to bring anything but a cooler of beer, and when I say you don’t need anything, that’s clothes included. LOL It’s known as a nude island. Another island we went pass was an island where it basically has everything you will ever need to survive. The cost to stay is over a GEE! People who are known to stay there are stars like Oprah and Mariah Carey. One interesting useless fact that I’ve learned on that boat ride was that the Hard Rock Café by the water is the only Hard Rock Café in the world without the giant guitar in the front, because one of the Hurricane Wilma took it, and they decided not to replace it. LOL That’s all.
The van tour wasn’t that interesting except for the fact that it made me wish I too had a freaken $1Million house, so I’m not gonna even bother write about it. LMAO! Although we did get to drive through Lil Havana, where you will find all the Cubans, we didn’t bother to stop there either. We were all too tired and hungry, and I think the fact that the mosquitoes made a buffet out of us the night before didn’t help either. LOL So we just had the tour guide drop us off at the restaurant where we were planning on having dinner for that night, Texas de Brazil (www.texasdebrazil.com). Texas de Brazil will get you full! It’s like the Espetus we have in the city. Same concept. Waiters walk around with swords of meat, and you just grab what you want. Delish! Jon and I have been to Espetus in the city, so I already knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea to fill up my plate with the stuff from the salad bar. So I kept telling everyone, “Don’t fill up your plates!” But did they listen? Nope, they all filled up their plates. LOL So when the swords of meat came, everyone felt overwhelmed. LOL Other than that, we all left there really full. After Texas de Brazil, we headed back to our hotel, and decided to just lie in the beach before it was time to get ready for the last club of our vacay.
(Pic: The "Scarface" House.)
(Pic: Al Capone's body guards and securities house. LOL That's his house in the back.)
(Pic: The House of Viagra. $10,000 a palm tree! Imported from South Africa.)The last club we went to was Club Karu & Y. This club was supposed to be the club all the celebrities and athletes go to. Let me tell you now, I didn’t see anybody famous. LOL Right when we got there, I already got a bad vibe. The stupid valet guy opens his big mouth, and with his luck, I was the one beside him, and he says, “I’ve never seen so many Chinese people in one place my whole life.” Oh hell! Here we go again! I turn to him and start yelling, “We ain’t no fucken Chinese! We some fucken Filipinos! Get your facts straight before you say shit!” And here come my cousin April from behind, “We fucken Filipino! You just gone insulted us with that shit!” LOL That fool was backing away “Filipino. Okay. Filipino.” I don’t know what’s wrong with these people. They like seriously never saw a Filipino before! Vanessa Minnillo is Filipino. Vanessa Hudgens is Filipino. Heck! Even Tia Carrere is Filipino! What’s wrong with these people? So freaken ignorant! What I should have said to him was, “And what are you, Mexican?” Shit, let’s see how much he would have liked that. We had bottle service again that night, but I think I would have been happier without it. I wasn’t feelin the vibe inside. They had their strobe lights constantly on! I swear if I suffered from epilepsy, I probably would have had a seizure right then and there. And it was soooo hot! I didn’t even get a chance to dance yet, and I was already dripping sweat. Luckily they had this nice set up in the back. White couches everywhere…..open cabanas…..very nice. So Dana, Goldie, Roselle and I ended up kicken it outside most of the time, because it felt more refreshing to be outside rather than inside. Before you knew it, our whole party was outside too, and we ended up just having fun out there. Sheesh, if we only knew it was gonna be like that, then it would have saved us $50 each.
(Pic: The other girls were laggin, so me and Goldie (the only two in Miami who have the hardest time getting tan) decided to take pictures.)
(Pic: Jas, Rosal, Jaimie, Roselle, April (The Bride-to-Be), Dana, Me, and Goldie at Club Karu & Y)After the club, we got hungry. So before going back to the hotel, we asked Victor (He was our tour guide earlier during the day, but became our official driver after that. LOL) if he could bring us somewhere to buy food. We ended up going to some pizza place near our hotel. OMG! Worst pizza place ever! EVER! All the workers were possibly drunk. In fact, I think they WERE drunk, because I saw some of them with cups of beer in their hands. They seemed more focus about what we looked like, because one of them kept asking Jas if she was from freaken Thailand! Anyhow, even just buying our food was so irritating. Okay, you got 10 girls in there ordering (Rosal stayed in the van with April because she was finished for the night, and two of the other ladies left the club early.), and you have all 10 girls ordering different kinds of slices. Common sense now, wouldn’t you think that each girl who stood in line for a pizza was going to pay for their own pizza? Why these fools ring it up all together? What if we didn’t even know each other? Then the way they gave it to us, was they just put it on top of two paper plates. If it weren’t for Jas to recommend putting all the pizzas into one big box, then we would have all been holding pizzas on our laps. OMG! I don’t know. It was just all a big mess. I wish I got the name of that pizza place, because I would tell everyone never to go there. The pizza wasn’t good either.
To be continued . . . .
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Bienvenido a Miami! Part Numero Dos!
. . . continuation
Day Two – Friday, May 29th
Surprisingly, everyone was able to “rise and shine” the next morning. The best part was waking up to a beautiful sunny day! After everyone was ready, we decided on heading down to Ocean Drive, which is one of the big tourists’ strips of Miami Beach. First stop was Wet Willie’s. It’s a place that sells nothing but frozen daiquiris filled with alcohol. You just kinda point at which one you want on the wall. They pour them like how you buy icees from 7-11. LOL Unfortunately, there were too many of us, and it was going to take 45 minutes just to be seated. So we decided to just press on and move forward. Next stop down the strip, Mango’s Tropical Café (www.mangostropicalcafe.com). I think this was the best restaurant we went to the WHOLE trip. The other ladies I went on vacay with obviously didn’t believe in eating, and just wanted to drink, drink, and drink. But me, as stubborn as I can be, refused to eat without having anything in my stomach. LOL So one of them asked the bartender for me if I could just order my food at the bar. But then I started to feel bad so I just ordered a salad and a mango colada. BUT OMG, I think that was the best salad ever! I obviously didn’t make a mistake on my order, because even my cousins were feelin the salad and were grubbin with me! (Shoot! Three days later, already back home in the city, Dana and I were still thinking about that salad! LOL) I ordered the Mango’s BBQ Salmon salad. It was this fat piece of salmon, smothered lightly with BBQ sauce, with diced sweet mangoes on the side, over a green salad. The dressing was to die for! It was their house dressing. I would have to describe it as a type of milky Caesar dressing with a hint of mango in it. So if you’re allergic to mangoes, then I’m sorry, but you’re gonna miss out. LOL The ambiance of the club was so nice too: very tropical looking, with lots and lots of neon lights. The servers get up on the stage and salsa dance while you eat, and they have a house band, which were great! The bride-to-be, already super faded, got up and stood center front, dead right in the middle of the restaurant, and starts dancing away by herself for the whole restaurant to see. LOL It was hilarious. I think they were all getting a kick outta her too.
(Pic: My mango colada. I'm not into drinks that end with colada, but damn this drink was good and refreshing.)
(Pic: Mango BBQ Salmon Salad the best salad ever!)
After our excursion through Ocean Drive, we headed back to our hotel, so that we can do some swimming and sunbathing at the beach. Dana, Rosal, and Jas went straight to the water, while I decided to just chill and work on getting a tan, all while choppin it up with some of the other ladies. While we were talking this guy randomly comes up to us and asks us if he could draw a picture of us. We were all hesitant at first because we thought all he wanted was money, but apparently he was sick and tired of drawing trees and buildings, and wanted to try drawing something else. But hey, he said “free,” so we let him draw us. LOL After drawing our friend Goldie, by herself, we asked if he could draw the cousins in one picture together. Whatta artist! He drew me with my big ole earrings and giant stunnas, Dana with her fedora hat, and April taking a nap on the beach. We learned that his name was Greg, and he was from New York on vacation by himself. While he was drawing us, Jas decides to teach him some Bay Area slang. LOL By the end of the session, we got Greg saying “hella” in his sentences. LMAO! And Greg kept mistaking us as coming from L.A., just because we said we came from California. So I said to him, “Never say to anyone from San Francisco that they’re from L.A., because it’s not even close.” He just kinda looked at me confused, so Jas says to him, “So Greg you said you were from New Jersey, right?” And he hella tries to correct her, but stops mid-sentence, “. . . point taken. I get it now, people from SF don’t wanna be mistaken as people from L.A.” LOL
(Pic: Beautiful sunny day on Miami Beach!)
After unsuccessfully getting tan on the beach (seriously, I have the hardest time getting a tan. It took me a whole week just to get tan in Hawaii.), we walked back to our suite and decided it be best that we just buy some food around our hotel, rather than go to another restaurant, since we were going to another club that night with bottle service. The cousins and I got some paninis, and went gelato happy, sampling all the flavors they had. LOL Then we got ready for the club. It was theme night for us. All of us were to wear black and red, while the bride-to-be the only one in white. It looked like we were the devils and she was the angel, which seemed cliché since she’s probably the naughtiest one of them all. LOL
(Pic: Gelato happy! LOL)
The club we went to was Club LIV. It’s supposed to be the hottest newest club in the city of Miami. And they seem to live up to that name. I think that was the best club we went to all weekend. Bottle service was grip though! We spent a whopping $1500! We got a big ole bottle of Priv, Bacardi, and Grey Goose. It was expensive but they took really good care of us. The hostess would come into our cabana and mix our drinks for us. Cups, ice, straws, napkins, juice, and soda was always replenished without us having to remind them. The music was on point. The lighting was great, and best of all no hating females. And according to our friend Mark, it was obvious we were from the Bay because supposedly we were the only ones jumping up to get hyphy when “gangsta” music came on. LMAO! But of course, everything can’t be perfect. As Dana and I were headed back from the bathroom, we were having a hard time getting through, so as Dana was trying to wedge her way through these guys, this one guy says, “Aye, that Chinese girl is trying to get through.” Oh hell muthaphucken no! Me and Dana started screamin in this guy’s face, “We ain’t fucken Chinese! We’re fucken Filipino!” He must have been so drunk he still didn’t get that shit straight. He started pullin on my arm, “Where are you from? Where are you from?” Aarrghhh….so irritating. Another thing that was irritating was that this one fool kept coming into our cabana! He would wait for the security guard to leave for a minute, and come in our shit and try to dance with us, while drinking out of the bottle from his cabana, and trying to stick it by our mouths so that we could swig out of it too! Gross! And this other fool, comes in our cabana and hella grabs our Grey Goose and pours some into his cup, and I hella give him this dirty ass look to get fuck out, and then he looks at me like I’m the crazy one? Anyhow, after a long night of partying (clubbing ends at 4am in Miami), we were ready to call it a night. Until Jas noticed that there was still some Bacardi left over, and for $1500, you know we had to find a way to bring that bottle home! LOL So Jas grabs the bottle and being her dress was too tight, couldn’t hide it in there, Rosal grabs it and hides it in her dress. LMAO! Then you have the three of us walking close together trying to hide the fact that there is a big ass bottle of Bacardi in Rosal’s dress. LMAO
(Pic: Me, Rosal, April (The-Bride-to-Be), Jas, and Dana outside the Club LIV.)
(Pic: Yes, $1500 people! $1500!)
(Pic: And yes, getting your moneys worth will make you start kissin' bottles. LOL)
(Pic: Rosal was gone for the night.)
(Pic: A bottle of Priv will do that to you. LOL)
Oh man, and the cab drivers! Oh the cab drivers! They are nuts! First off, he immediately tried to rip us off! Starting fare there is supposed to be $2.50. Why this fool start it at $4.50?!?! If it weren’t for Jas to notice and say something, he would have gotten away with it and wouldn’t have reset it. Second, I’ve never felt so scared in a vehicle all my life, and this is comin from a girl who was hit by a drunk driver head on once! The cab ride back to our hotel was ssccarry! He was driving in between lanes, swerving, stopping at green light! Madness I tell ya. When Jas tried to ask him if he was alright, he had the nerve to fucken say, “Just let me drive!” WTF?!?! And why this fucker ask us how to get to our hotel??? How are we supposed to freaken know that? I gave him the two main intersections our hotel was on, and Goldie even googled up the hotel to give him the address! I swear he was just trying to pull a fast one on us, and trying to make himself lost so that we would have to pay him more. To top it all off, he “baby locked” us inside so that we couldn’t open the door ourselves! Solution: NO TIP ASSHOLE!
To be continued . . . . .
Day Two – Friday, May 29thSurprisingly, everyone was able to “rise and shine” the next morning. The best part was waking up to a beautiful sunny day! After everyone was ready, we decided on heading down to Ocean Drive, which is one of the big tourists’ strips of Miami Beach. First stop was Wet Willie’s. It’s a place that sells nothing but frozen daiquiris filled with alcohol. You just kinda point at which one you want on the wall. They pour them like how you buy icees from 7-11. LOL Unfortunately, there were too many of us, and it was going to take 45 minutes just to be seated. So we decided to just press on and move forward. Next stop down the strip, Mango’s Tropical Café (www.mangostropicalcafe.com). I think this was the best restaurant we went to the WHOLE trip. The other ladies I went on vacay with obviously didn’t believe in eating, and just wanted to drink, drink, and drink. But me, as stubborn as I can be, refused to eat without having anything in my stomach. LOL So one of them asked the bartender for me if I could just order my food at the bar. But then I started to feel bad so I just ordered a salad and a mango colada. BUT OMG, I think that was the best salad ever! I obviously didn’t make a mistake on my order, because even my cousins were feelin the salad and were grubbin with me! (Shoot! Three days later, already back home in the city, Dana and I were still thinking about that salad! LOL) I ordered the Mango’s BBQ Salmon salad. It was this fat piece of salmon, smothered lightly with BBQ sauce, with diced sweet mangoes on the side, over a green salad. The dressing was to die for! It was their house dressing. I would have to describe it as a type of milky Caesar dressing with a hint of mango in it. So if you’re allergic to mangoes, then I’m sorry, but you’re gonna miss out. LOL The ambiance of the club was so nice too: very tropical looking, with lots and lots of neon lights. The servers get up on the stage and salsa dance while you eat, and they have a house band, which were great! The bride-to-be, already super faded, got up and stood center front, dead right in the middle of the restaurant, and starts dancing away by herself for the whole restaurant to see. LOL It was hilarious. I think they were all getting a kick outta her too.
(Pic: My mango colada. I'm not into drinks that end with colada, but damn this drink was good and refreshing.)
(Pic: Mango BBQ Salmon Salad the best salad ever!)After our excursion through Ocean Drive, we headed back to our hotel, so that we can do some swimming and sunbathing at the beach. Dana, Rosal, and Jas went straight to the water, while I decided to just chill and work on getting a tan, all while choppin it up with some of the other ladies. While we were talking this guy randomly comes up to us and asks us if he could draw a picture of us. We were all hesitant at first because we thought all he wanted was money, but apparently he was sick and tired of drawing trees and buildings, and wanted to try drawing something else. But hey, he said “free,” so we let him draw us. LOL After drawing our friend Goldie, by herself, we asked if he could draw the cousins in one picture together. Whatta artist! He drew me with my big ole earrings and giant stunnas, Dana with her fedora hat, and April taking a nap on the beach. We learned that his name was Greg, and he was from New York on vacation by himself. While he was drawing us, Jas decides to teach him some Bay Area slang. LOL By the end of the session, we got Greg saying “hella” in his sentences. LMAO! And Greg kept mistaking us as coming from L.A., just because we said we came from California. So I said to him, “Never say to anyone from San Francisco that they’re from L.A., because it’s not even close.” He just kinda looked at me confused, so Jas says to him, “So Greg you said you were from New Jersey, right?” And he hella tries to correct her, but stops mid-sentence, “. . . point taken. I get it now, people from SF don’t wanna be mistaken as people from L.A.” LOL
(Pic: Beautiful sunny day on Miami Beach!)After unsuccessfully getting tan on the beach (seriously, I have the hardest time getting a tan. It took me a whole week just to get tan in Hawaii.), we walked back to our suite and decided it be best that we just buy some food around our hotel, rather than go to another restaurant, since we were going to another club that night with bottle service. The cousins and I got some paninis, and went gelato happy, sampling all the flavors they had. LOL Then we got ready for the club. It was theme night for us. All of us were to wear black and red, while the bride-to-be the only one in white. It looked like we were the devils and she was the angel, which seemed cliché since she’s probably the naughtiest one of them all. LOL
(Pic: Gelato happy! LOL)The club we went to was Club LIV. It’s supposed to be the hottest newest club in the city of Miami. And they seem to live up to that name. I think that was the best club we went to all weekend. Bottle service was grip though! We spent a whopping $1500! We got a big ole bottle of Priv, Bacardi, and Grey Goose. It was expensive but they took really good care of us. The hostess would come into our cabana and mix our drinks for us. Cups, ice, straws, napkins, juice, and soda was always replenished without us having to remind them. The music was on point. The lighting was great, and best of all no hating females. And according to our friend Mark, it was obvious we were from the Bay because supposedly we were the only ones jumping up to get hyphy when “gangsta” music came on. LMAO! But of course, everything can’t be perfect. As Dana and I were headed back from the bathroom, we were having a hard time getting through, so as Dana was trying to wedge her way through these guys, this one guy says, “Aye, that Chinese girl is trying to get through.” Oh hell muthaphucken no! Me and Dana started screamin in this guy’s face, “We ain’t fucken Chinese! We’re fucken Filipino!” He must have been so drunk he still didn’t get that shit straight. He started pullin on my arm, “Where are you from? Where are you from?” Aarrghhh….so irritating. Another thing that was irritating was that this one fool kept coming into our cabana! He would wait for the security guard to leave for a minute, and come in our shit and try to dance with us, while drinking out of the bottle from his cabana, and trying to stick it by our mouths so that we could swig out of it too! Gross! And this other fool, comes in our cabana and hella grabs our Grey Goose and pours some into his cup, and I hella give him this dirty ass look to get fuck out, and then he looks at me like I’m the crazy one? Anyhow, after a long night of partying (clubbing ends at 4am in Miami), we were ready to call it a night. Until Jas noticed that there was still some Bacardi left over, and for $1500, you know we had to find a way to bring that bottle home! LOL So Jas grabs the bottle and being her dress was too tight, couldn’t hide it in there, Rosal grabs it and hides it in her dress. LMAO! Then you have the three of us walking close together trying to hide the fact that there is a big ass bottle of Bacardi in Rosal’s dress. LMAO
(Pic: Me, Rosal, April (The-Bride-to-Be), Jas, and Dana outside the Club LIV.)
(Pic: Yes, $1500 people! $1500!)
(Pic: And yes, getting your moneys worth will make you start kissin' bottles. LOL)
(Pic: Rosal was gone for the night.)
(Pic: A bottle of Priv will do that to you. LOL)Oh man, and the cab drivers! Oh the cab drivers! They are nuts! First off, he immediately tried to rip us off! Starting fare there is supposed to be $2.50. Why this fool start it at $4.50?!?! If it weren’t for Jas to notice and say something, he would have gotten away with it and wouldn’t have reset it. Second, I’ve never felt so scared in a vehicle all my life, and this is comin from a girl who was hit by a drunk driver head on once! The cab ride back to our hotel was ssccarry! He was driving in between lanes, swerving, stopping at green light! Madness I tell ya. When Jas tried to ask him if he was alright, he had the nerve to fucken say, “Just let me drive!” WTF?!?! And why this fucker ask us how to get to our hotel??? How are we supposed to freaken know that? I gave him the two main intersections our hotel was on, and Goldie even googled up the hotel to give him the address! I swear he was just trying to pull a fast one on us, and trying to make himself lost so that we would have to pay him more. To top it all off, he “baby locked” us inside so that we couldn’t open the door ourselves! Solution: NO TIP ASSHOLE!
To be continued . . . . .
Bienvenido a Miami! Part Numero Uno!
On Wednesday, May 27th, my cousin Dana and I hopped on the red-eye flight to celebrate our cousin April’s Bachelorette Weekend in South Beach Miami. Oh what an eventful experience. Let me tell you, Miami is like the Vegas of the southeast coast. People there just don’t sleep. It’s non-stop partying. Drinking 24/7. I’d feel sorry for anyone’s liver after a visit to the city of Miami. I thought it would be nice to blog about my whole experience, and started writing, when I realized there was so much to say. So I decided that I'd break down my days in Miami, as a three-part blog, so basically, if you wanna see what happens on my trip you have to read the first part, and stay tuned 'til next time. LMAO! Anyhow, on with the story.
Day One – Thursday, May 28th
Before reaching Miami, Dana and I had one stop to Philadelphia. Oh man, does Philly have a nice ass airport! They were voted cleanest airport in the United States! So while in Philly, we went exploring around the airport in search for breakfast and perhaps souvenirs. As we were walking around the airport, I couldn’t help but notice on the difference of employees compared to the San Francisco International Airport. SFO is full of Filipinos. Like FOBulous Filipinos, where they’re trying to help me check in, but yet I don’t understand a word they’re saying to me. LOL Philly, on the other hand, was just about all Black folks. Anyhow, while in Philly, Dana and I thought to ourselves, “Hey we’re in Philly. Let’s get a Philly cheese steak.” Well that was the original plan, but after finding the Philly cheese steak spot, I saw the breakfast, and totally forgot what my target meal was. So I ended up getting breakfast instead: two buttered pancakes, two scrambled eggs, diced potatoes and three pieces of bacon. YUMMY! While I was grabbing my salt, pepper, and putting ketchup on my eggs and potatoes, I couldn’t help but listen to the workers talk. I kid you not, I thought they were talking another language, but nope, they were talking in English. Their accents were just so thick! Where I had to stop and think to myself, “Damn they sound funny.” But hey, to them, I must sound funny.
We arrived at the Miami International Airport at 1:30 pm (E.S.T) (30 minutes later than our expected arrival). It was raining, and automatically people started feeling bum, but not me, because I’ve been to Florida before, and I know that the rain only lasts about an hour or two. So I didn’t let that bother me. It took forever for our luggage to come out of that stupid carousel thing! But luckily ours was one of the first to come out. Lucky for us, there was a shuttle taking trips to South Beach. Saved us $7, because a taxi ride from the Airport to South Beach is $32 flat rate. The shuttle charged $25 for two people. So off to the Sagamore Hotel (www.sagamorehotel.com) we go. You know what I saw on the freeway? This man, driving his scooter on the freeway, wearing only cargo shorts, no shirt, tsinelas (slippers), and get this, NO HELMET! Yes folks, NO HELMET! It was raining too! So you got this fool in one of the middle lanes, squinting through the rain, shirtless, with freaken tsinelas on! OMFG!!! From there on, I already knew Miami was going to be something else.
When we finally got to the hotel, the other ladies who arrived before us were already faded. LOL Apparently they’ve been drinking since before they even got to the San Francisco International Airport. LOL So of course, they made Dana and I take shots with them, so that we could get on their level. After our shots, the first thing we did was get into our swimsuits and swim in the rain. LOL Shortly after, it started to clear up. So we decided to start getting ready for dinner, and by that time, some of the other girls have already arrived. We had two joint suites, but only two bathrooms for 14 girls! Solution: Dana and I pair up and shower together, while Jas and Rosal pair up and shower together too. LOL We felt like little kids again when our parents would make us take baths together. Miraculously, all of us managed to get ready on time. Make-up, hair, dressed and everything. Our dinner menu for the night…..crab and lobster from Joe’s Stone Crab Restaurant (www.joesstonecrab.com). YUMMY!!! Dana and I shared our meal, so we ordered these big fat crab claws with creamed spinach, while Jasmine shared some of her sautéed mushrooms with us. Even the bread was good! Everything was so good, that I decided to forget the fact that we were at an expensive restaurant and ended up eating with my hands Filipino style. I was straight up just dipping the crab in all the sauces and eating with my hands. LOL The only thing missing was some vinegar and steamed rice. LMAO!
(Pic: Jas, Me, April (The Bride-to-Be), and Dana getting ready to go out for dinner)
(Pic: Rosal, Jas, Me, and Dana waiting for our dinner to arrive)
(Pic: Yummy, yummy crab claws! Bring on the butter!)
After stuffing our faces, we headed out to a club called the Mansion. Oh, but before I go on, let me just say, Miami is full of haters. They just love to hate on the group of pretty girls. It’s truly sad. As we were trying to get into our cab, a car full of (obviously ugly girls) rolls down their window and yells out “Hookers!” We let it slide though, because we know that they’re just jealous. So we get to the club, but unfortunately, we didn’t know that the clubs didn’t open until 11pm. So we had to find a place to chill, because it didn’t seem like a safe place for us to be wondering around on our own. We went into some Japanese restaurant and decide to have some sake and fried banana. LOL As we were walking in, there was a table with four people just staring at us, and one of the guys had the nerve to say out loud “What the fuck? What are they? All prostitutes?” This was a really dumb thing to say, since all the ladies I was with either worked for the bank, built computers, are attorneys, worked for the government, while the majority are all RNs! Even while we were seated at our table, one of the ladies in that other table decided to turn her whole body so she could just stare at us. So my cousin Rosal turns her whole body and yells “hi!” LMAO! With Jas ending it with, “why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” Yeah, they never turned to look at us again.
When we finally got into the club, we got to walk right in because apparently someone knew the owner, but of course, as we walk in, you got them people hatin again, “how come they get to go in?” LOL The club slowly got packed. Will from Day 26 was to make an appearance that night. The music was coo. They played a lot of Top 40’s and occasionally some old school songs. But sheesh, their drinks are expensive! It’s like buying a drink in Vegas! Dana had a Red Bull and vodka, while I had a Long Island….the grand total of that…..$29! Yeah, I didn’t buy anymore drinks after that. LOL Oh and let me clarify, remember how people were calling us hookers? Well there were other females dressed more risqué than we were! I’m talkin ‘bout booties and dedes hanging out! It was cellulites galore up in there, and you got them hatin on us? Come on now.
To be continued . . . . .
Day One – Thursday, May 28th
Before reaching Miami, Dana and I had one stop to Philadelphia. Oh man, does Philly have a nice ass airport! They were voted cleanest airport in the United States! So while in Philly, we went exploring around the airport in search for breakfast and perhaps souvenirs. As we were walking around the airport, I couldn’t help but notice on the difference of employees compared to the San Francisco International Airport. SFO is full of Filipinos. Like FOBulous Filipinos, where they’re trying to help me check in, but yet I don’t understand a word they’re saying to me. LOL Philly, on the other hand, was just about all Black folks. Anyhow, while in Philly, Dana and I thought to ourselves, “Hey we’re in Philly. Let’s get a Philly cheese steak.” Well that was the original plan, but after finding the Philly cheese steak spot, I saw the breakfast, and totally forgot what my target meal was. So I ended up getting breakfast instead: two buttered pancakes, two scrambled eggs, diced potatoes and three pieces of bacon. YUMMY! While I was grabbing my salt, pepper, and putting ketchup on my eggs and potatoes, I couldn’t help but listen to the workers talk. I kid you not, I thought they were talking another language, but nope, they were talking in English. Their accents were just so thick! Where I had to stop and think to myself, “Damn they sound funny.” But hey, to them, I must sound funny.
We arrived at the Miami International Airport at 1:30 pm (E.S.T) (30 minutes later than our expected arrival). It was raining, and automatically people started feeling bum, but not me, because I’ve been to Florida before, and I know that the rain only lasts about an hour or two. So I didn’t let that bother me. It took forever for our luggage to come out of that stupid carousel thing! But luckily ours was one of the first to come out. Lucky for us, there was a shuttle taking trips to South Beach. Saved us $7, because a taxi ride from the Airport to South Beach is $32 flat rate. The shuttle charged $25 for two people. So off to the Sagamore Hotel (www.sagamorehotel.com) we go. You know what I saw on the freeway? This man, driving his scooter on the freeway, wearing only cargo shorts, no shirt, tsinelas (slippers), and get this, NO HELMET! Yes folks, NO HELMET! It was raining too! So you got this fool in one of the middle lanes, squinting through the rain, shirtless, with freaken tsinelas on! OMFG!!! From there on, I already knew Miami was going to be something else.
When we finally got to the hotel, the other ladies who arrived before us were already faded. LOL Apparently they’ve been drinking since before they even got to the San Francisco International Airport. LOL So of course, they made Dana and I take shots with them, so that we could get on their level. After our shots, the first thing we did was get into our swimsuits and swim in the rain. LOL Shortly after, it started to clear up. So we decided to start getting ready for dinner, and by that time, some of the other girls have already arrived. We had two joint suites, but only two bathrooms for 14 girls! Solution: Dana and I pair up and shower together, while Jas and Rosal pair up and shower together too. LOL We felt like little kids again when our parents would make us take baths together. Miraculously, all of us managed to get ready on time. Make-up, hair, dressed and everything. Our dinner menu for the night…..crab and lobster from Joe’s Stone Crab Restaurant (www.joesstonecrab.com). YUMMY!!! Dana and I shared our meal, so we ordered these big fat crab claws with creamed spinach, while Jasmine shared some of her sautéed mushrooms with us. Even the bread was good! Everything was so good, that I decided to forget the fact that we were at an expensive restaurant and ended up eating with my hands Filipino style. I was straight up just dipping the crab in all the sauces and eating with my hands. LOL The only thing missing was some vinegar and steamed rice. LMAO!
(Pic: Jas, Me, April (The Bride-to-Be), and Dana getting ready to go out for dinner)
(Pic: Rosal, Jas, Me, and Dana waiting for our dinner to arrive)
(Pic: Yummy, yummy crab claws! Bring on the butter!)After stuffing our faces, we headed out to a club called the Mansion. Oh, but before I go on, let me just say, Miami is full of haters. They just love to hate on the group of pretty girls. It’s truly sad. As we were trying to get into our cab, a car full of (obviously ugly girls) rolls down their window and yells out “Hookers!” We let it slide though, because we know that they’re just jealous. So we get to the club, but unfortunately, we didn’t know that the clubs didn’t open until 11pm. So we had to find a place to chill, because it didn’t seem like a safe place for us to be wondering around on our own. We went into some Japanese restaurant and decide to have some sake and fried banana. LOL As we were walking in, there was a table with four people just staring at us, and one of the guys had the nerve to say out loud “What the fuck? What are they? All prostitutes?” This was a really dumb thing to say, since all the ladies I was with either worked for the bank, built computers, are attorneys, worked for the government, while the majority are all RNs! Even while we were seated at our table, one of the ladies in that other table decided to turn her whole body so she could just stare at us. So my cousin Rosal turns her whole body and yells “hi!” LMAO! With Jas ending it with, “why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” Yeah, they never turned to look at us again.
When we finally got into the club, we got to walk right in because apparently someone knew the owner, but of course, as we walk in, you got them people hatin again, “how come they get to go in?” LOL The club slowly got packed. Will from Day 26 was to make an appearance that night. The music was coo. They played a lot of Top 40’s and occasionally some old school songs. But sheesh, their drinks are expensive! It’s like buying a drink in Vegas! Dana had a Red Bull and vodka, while I had a Long Island….the grand total of that…..$29! Yeah, I didn’t buy anymore drinks after that. LOL Oh and let me clarify, remember how people were calling us hookers? Well there were other females dressed more risqué than we were! I’m talkin ‘bout booties and dedes hanging out! It was cellulites galore up in there, and you got them hatin on us? Come on now.
To be continued . . . . .
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