Time off

It's tough when your job begins to interfere with your personal life. Shocking what employers require of you these days and these days have been super hectic in the office but I managed to capot off with a road trip to Miami that was everything that I hoped. Beautiful warm weather, unending sun, tacky tacky tourists, the beach and Spook and Sue. Everyone was in fine fettle. Collins avenue is full of aging hotels that saw their better days in the 1950's, fell into disrepair and were suddenly resusitated in the late 90's. I found a cheap and funky hotel with a large airy room in South Beach that gave us a very central base. The hotel also had a 30's type pool and a very mixed cross section of people. One night we threatened to call the cops because of a loud and thumping bachelorette party next doors. Living the high life. We basically did nothing but drift around, go to the beach, have lunch, talk, lauhg and do that all ovr again. I got excited thinking that maybe we should buy a condo in Miami and then thought Yuck maybe I'll have to live here. Not so fast. I could fly down for a weekend...But it always seems more important to have an apartment in Rome or paris than anywhere stateside. Perhaps thats the reason I have only one residence.

Flew out on Friday and missed all the excitement of a donald trump shoot and then flew back in on monday just in time to deal with a huge crew for a Bank of America commercial. I'm finally feeling relaxed enough to do this....