New Year’s Eve on South Beach

Jan 02

New Year’s Eve on South Beach

The following is hangover babble, so if it sounds not-so-put together, you’ll have to excuse me. I needed to write a blog of some kind of substance! Anyway…

HAPPY NEW YEAR! It’s truly been a pretty wonderful year for me. I’m looking forward for great things to come, and hope that great things come for you too!

Last night my best friend and I took a cab out to see Rye Rye perform at The Delano on the beach as a NYE event. I give kudos to my girlfriend for finding the event, as it was the only free party that I’d heard of.

We didn’t pay a dime for entrance (I definitely went all out at the cash bar on the pool deck though). I’m glad that I dressed up, I had forgotten how swanky shit is on the beach. Drinks were retarded expensive, my Tanqueray-tonics set me back at $14 each. I’m not even gonna try to think about/remember how many I bought. My friend met this dude and a couple other people, but I was kind of busy hitting on the bartender, hahaha. Leaning over the bar and putting tips in his apron. Not even looking to get free drinks out of him, but to convince him to pursue porn, lol. Also, turns out he’s from Jersey just like my favorite male talent! Maybe I have a thing for Italian Jersey guys, uh-oh lol. We flirted like hell for a while until I figured it would be a good idea to join my friend with this guy that was offering to buy us drinks and sit as his bed-table thing. This is when things start getting blurry for me. I remember being really dizzy and wanting to take off my heels, but kept thinking, ‘Stay classy!’ Apparently the guy who was buying us drinks and my friend saw that I needed to get out, so he called paid cabfare for us, which was really nice.