So I spent a week in Miami, which was nice. Very relaxing, and very low-key, which is JUST what I needed (other things I need include this, this thing right here, and this). There's a lot to enjoy down there, the most notable of which was its uncanny lack of resemblence to New York weather. I rather enjoyed high-60s/low-to-mid-70s weather all week, and thoroughly enjoyed seeing people wandering around off the beach with coats and scarves. It's too bad, really, that they don't get to perfect the coat shuffle that removes snow from one's coat (and invariably makes you look like these guys).
Not really a "need" per se, though it should be noted that....well, now I've lost my concentration.
Also of note was seeing the Atlantic Ocean again. Good to see you, old friend. Oh, and eating milkshakes on South Beach at midnight...scandalicious! Anyway, Miami is a very fun city. With the lights and the architecture and the beautiful (if not all real) people, it's a very sexy place (just so we're clear, I mean sexy in the sense that if I had to attach a city to what I wanted sex to be like, it'd be Miami. I do not want to misuse "sexy", or have anyone misinterpret my use of it. I would have sex with Miami if it were a woman. I would probably not want to engage in any long-term relationship with it (too superficial), and I would CERTAINLY want to have a healthy supply of protection (too charming), and I would probably give a false number just in case for some strange reason, Miami were the woman who was satisfied by hours of excuse-making, post-coitus, because again, I would just want to sleep with her. My heart's in Galway, anyway).
Yes, I am hoping that this picture distracts you from thinking about my gratuitous use of parentheses.
So yeah, Miami was good. Next stop: Los Angeles.
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