My birthday in Miami
I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to write about my fun Miami weekend! It was so extra good. On Sunday, as we sat in our own private cabana drinking mojitos, eating tiny hamburgers and gazing at the tanned young flesh around us, Roderick and I kept wondering, why are we leaving?
If I were rich, I wouldn’t buy vacation homes. No no. I’d just stay at the really nice hotels in my chosen destinations, for weeks at a time. I love hotel living.
When we got to the hotel on Friday, I was slightly taken aback by the fact that my room was basically in the stairwell. You had to actually leave the hallway, step out into the stairwell, to get to my room. I did go for the cheapest room and I guess at the Raleigh, that means being vanquished to the stairwell? The message was very effective, though–next time I’ll be ponying up a little more.
Roderick was already checked into his room (he splurged on a really nice room, with a little deck facing the ocean; that’s what $200 more dollars gets you!), and of course I made the taxi driver from the airport take me by a grocery store to buy champagne. So as the champagne chilled, we ate snacks from room service on Roderick’s deck and planned our night. We broke for disco naps and dolling up, then met again in Roderick’s room for a little champagne. But, just as we were tucking into our first glass of Moet, room service arrived with a bottle of Cristal! From James! Roderick’s boyfriend, who was due to arrive any moment from his conference! YAY!
We decided to go to the Delano, a Phillipe Stark hotel just two doors down, for dinner. Phillipe Stark hotels are always a little 80s (remember the Royalton?). The whole night was tinted with the pale champagne glow of glamour, as we ate lobster at the Delano, people watched on the streets of South Beach, and snuck into a very fancy party in the penthouse of the Raleigh where the Cristal was freely flowing! The guard stationed next to the elevator reserved for the penthouse party seemed to know we weren’t invited. But the busboy in the other elevator didn’t! Standing on the deck of the penthouse, sipping Cristal for the second time that night, I thought, “I LOVE MIAMI!”
Oops, must get ready for work, will write more later!