- My trainer devised a plan, and for each set of reps we spell out M-I-A-M-I. Let me add-that's a bunch of Miami's.
- Free excuse to bust out killer outfits I wouldn't normally wear around Hometown, and get compliments versus awkward jaw-dropping stares.
- South Beach. Enough Said.
- DanceDanceDanceDanceDANCING until 5 o'clock in the morning.
- Boys in Bathing Suits. Boys in Designer Suits. Boys with a tan. Boys with too much cologne. Boys buying us a drinks. Boys buying us shots. Boys who dance. Boys who make us laugh. Boys with penthouse apartments on SoBe serving Grey Goose. Boys with beachside shacks getting us stoned. Lotsa' Boys.
- ...and if there aren't enough boys, there will always be plenty of Cash Cats, and I will be bringing my A game. (Then again, is there any other type of game?)
- Laughs by the boatload because my friends are, by far, the most hilarious people I know.
WE'RE ON OUR WAY.
WE WILL TURN THIS TOWN UPSIDE DOWN.
BREAK A FEW HEARTS,
...AND FEEL ZERO REMORSE.
SEE YOU IN T-MINUS 72 HOURS.
XOXO!
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