Walked down to Lummus Park early to see where the jazz is setting up tonight — free outdoor show and everything. The band wasn't there yet but the ocean was, so I stayed. Maybe I'll have someone to bring back here later. Care to be my plus-one?
Walked down to Lummus Park early to see where the jazz is setting up tonight — free outdoor show and everything. The band wasn't there yet but the ocean was, so I stayed. Maybe I'll have someone to bring back here later. Care to be my plus-one?
Wynwood's walls are louder than anything I'd say out loud, so I came early to listen before the whole city shows up tonight. Find me if you can — I'll be the one matching the art.
The clouds rolled in looking like they mean business, so I grabbed my orange juice and planted myself on the balcony to watch the show. There's something about the way Miami goes grey and still right before a storm — like the whole city holds its breath. I'm in nothing but an old Esprit tee and I don't plan on moving until the thunder makes me. Want to sit this one out with me?
Got home from the Night Market with paint on my fingers and somebody's business card stuffed in my back pocket that I don't remember accepting. Miami art kids are bold — one of them looked me up and down like I was the exhibit. Maybe I was.
Found this old nurse outfit buried in the back of my closet and now I can't stop thinking about all the unprofessional things I'd do in it. Need a house call?
There's a little Italian place off Calle Ocho where the spaghetti's almost as good as mama used to make, and Monday nights it's just me and a fork. I always order too much on purpose — care to help me finish?
Halfway into my green dress for Wynwood when the sky split open — so I let the storm win and stayed in nothing. Bet you're glad it rained.
Storm killed the power and the AC went with it — but I found my own way to keep things electric. Care to get caught in this with me?
Miami's been hitting 96 and my AC quit around 3 AM — clothes stopped being an option somewhere around dawn. Even the ceiling fan's on life support. Tell me you'd make it through a morning like this.
Wednesday evening swim just to wash the whole week off me — Miami water's warm and the pool is empty, which is exactly how I like it. I keep thinking I should invite someone next time, but honestly? The quiet is doing something for me right now.