Bienvenido a Miami! Part Numero Dos!

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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 . . . . .