Bienvenido a Miami

Decided to cash in some Skymiles & take an impromptu trip to Miami to see my homie Selam.  I called myself saving those miles for Knotting Hill carnival in London, but Oh Well!!! 
Get it together TSA
I thought Atlanta rush hour & the insanely long airport security line were gonna make me miss my flight, but I made it to the gate with time to spare.  I used my time wisely & promptly grabbed a Bacardi & OJ.  I kept the momentum going & had a couple more on the plane. 
Sadly on the plane I was seated next to a dude who smelled like booty chips & dip.  I'm still campaigning for the airlines to let us choose who we sit next to (please refer to previous blog A letter to the airlines from one strange person regarding other strange people )
Land in MIA airport & my homie Selam is waiting for me with the coolest sign ever and it was ON!!!  I was a Soca Star converted back into a Reggae Star for the next 3 days.  We headed straight to South Beach & kept the drinks flowing. 
Selam had hearts in her eyes over the Italian guys in this spot, but atleast the drinks & food were good
From South Beach it was off to the liquor store for some Bacardi 151, a quick change of clothes, then the party party party at the Hard Rock till 5am. 
Woke at 9:30 Saturday to drop Selam off at work.  I kept myself entertained on South Beach getting a fresh new tattoo, hitting up various restaraunts & bars with my awesome Miami based peeps & of course chillaxin on the beach with the Bose speaker aka Party starter. 
Pit stop in Salvation for a tattoo Ive been wanting for a LONG time
Mojito spot on Washington Ave
Getting a tattoo on the 1st day on the beach probably wasnt the best idea.

Bacardi & BOSE = Instant Party (never leave home with out em)
We had our own Reggae party on S. Beach

Didn’t go out Saturday nite, lack of sleep the nite before & drinkin in the blazing sun all day kicked my ass.  Sunday it was back to the beach to do it all over again, while on the beach Sunday we actually had a guy come up to us & tell us about his trip to Jamaica & then ask us to play Vybz Kartel ~ Summer Time again.  ***REWIND SELECTA***
Reggae Party day 2
Girls Gone Wild Photo Shoooooooot

Cheers to Loving Life
I almost didn’t make it out Sunday nite cause we went to this buffet that basically had every single food item ever made & I couldn’t resist going back again and again and again. I was so full I ended up in “Might Don’t Mek it Mode.”  I eventually got my life together & we went to the reggae spot (Gaby's) & surprise surprise Spragga Benz was performing.  Monday morning/afternoon flew by & it was time to go back to Atlanta :-(  I miss you already Meejami... be back soon!!!
Spragga Benz @ Gabby's
Hat instantly turns Hobo Hair into Cool Girl!!

Some more pondering

I wonder?  At what age will I wear mom jeans?  I bought a pair once when I was chaperoning my daughters 5th grade class at the Georgia Aquarium.  I dunno why, I was feeling real “mom like” and thought it would be appropriate.  I’ve chaperoned trips before & after and never felt the need to wear mom jeans those times.  I’m just real EXTRA sometimes, get a lil TOO into character I suppose.  It’s just weird shopping in the same section as your child for jeans; we actually own 2 of the same pair of jeans.  Thank goodness we don’t wear the same size clothes cause she already wears all my sneakers.  PS: I wouldn’t chaperone any more trips with or without mom jeans now that she is in high school.  Those kids are TALL, they might jack me up for telln them to SIT DOWN!!! 
I wonder at what age I will start to wear creases in my jeans?  Someone told me I don’t dress like a 34 yr old.  Guess if I start wearing mom jeans with creases I will look the part.  Lolol but then my peeps might all disown me.  It’s all good cause I’m still 25 in my mind. 
I often wonder, am I the only one with “stiches that itches” I had a laparoscopic surgery about 7 yrs ago and the stiches randomly itch like crazy.  On the other hand I had a caesarian when I had my daughter and those stiches never itch. 
I discovered today what the WORSE FEELING IN THE WORLD IS… eating something and then realizing that it's expired.  You start to feel real queasy, but you dunno if you’re queasy cause the food is slowly poisoning you to death or if it’s all in your mind "The placebo effect”
I would like to note that all this pondering started because I was made aware that today is National Goof-off day via Bacardi’s FB page.  My coworkers musta known too cause they all started dip’n out early.  So I then decided to spend the rest of the afternoon listening to the Tron Legacy score/soundtrack (I was watching that when I went home for lunch). Lolol  The sound track had me wish’n I had some glowsticks to dance with and then it was like hmmmmmmmmmm I wonder...

Panama Soundwave sends text messages to Paco

Fuerta de orden = Outta Control 
My bro really did think that everytime I texted LMAO, lol, smh & #DEAD that I was being mean to him... I promise Im a nice person most of the time.