Miami Review Part I

Posted by Princess MoMo on Jun 14 in Adventures of Princess MoMo, Dating, Grammar

I ventured to Miami from May 31, 2012 through June 4, 2012. Below is a review of my dining, partying and dating escapades while there.  The blue “Editor’s Notes” are courtesy of my travel mate, Mr. Friend Zone Escapee.

 

Thursday, May 31, 2012
I landed at approximately 5:30 p.m. I retrieved my bag and then began my mission to find my way out of the airport. It seemed like an endless journey before I finally found an exit where transportation was available. I was approached by a shuttle ticket salesperson. Unless I’m going to space (which I later did on this trip) or they’re free and convenient, shuttles do not interest me. I cabbed it. Then began the Miami Zombie-Nation cab driver encounters. I thoroughly enjoy conversing with cab drivers.  One time in New York, I convinced a driver to play out a make-shift Cash Cab game.  For every one of his questions I correctly answered, he deducted a dollar from the fare.  The Miami cab driver was having none of that.  I started with simple conversation openers; I asked the driver about the weather. He essentially brushed me off. I asked him about something else and received the same dismissive type of response. So, I sat quietly for the 25 minute ride for fear that this zombie’s appetite would awaken and my precious little face would be devoured. Fortunately, he did not consume my face. Instead, he dropped me off at the Miami Beach Resort.

 

The hotel selection was mine and what an unfortunate decision that turned out to be. I was hesitant about the hotel because of its price (low) and location (not super close to the party scene). But, the online photos depicted this place as an opulent palace and the reviews were good.   My travel mate had arrived before I did and picture texted me the large chandelier in the lobby of the hotel (further adding to my false image of what this hotel would be like).

[Editor’s Note from Mr. Friend Zone Escapee: My evaluation of this hotel upon my arrival was that it was nice even though some of the website pictures were deceptive. The chandelier picture I sent her was right when I walked in the lobby; before I had a chance to see the rest of the facilities and hours before I saw our room and its flaws. [MoMo Note: He misused the semicolon.] Cosmetic issues were a problem as the place needed to be remodeled, it was dated and falling apart.  [MoMo Note: A semicolon would have been appropriate after “remodeled” in the preceding sentence.]  The elevators were slow as hell and only 3 out of 4 of them worked. The staff was ok, though barely competent as repeated requests for repairs went unaddressed. We were not surprised that we encountered useless individuals even out of town. It seems to be an epidemic.]

 

My travel mate for this trip was Mr. Friend Zone Escapee.   I invited him along before the process of his escape from the friend zone commenced.  He was waiting outside of the hotel for me.  As soon as I entered the building, I realized that the large chandelier was a deceptive piece of decor.  The rest of the hotel was a piece of something else.  As soon as I entered the room, I needed something (I don’t remember what).  So, I picked up the phone in the room to call the front desk.  Lo and behold, the phone did not have a dial tone and did not function.  Strike 1.  I asked Mr. Friend Zone Escapee to make this problem known to the  front desk because he is more patient than I am.  We walked downstairs and he informed a woman at the front desk.  She wrote it down.  We went back up to the room and I began prepping myself for dinner.  He had researched dining places and selected Blade, a sushi restaurant in the Fontainebleau.  

On the way to dinner, I began hitting up my Miami contacts for nighttime activities.  Blade was AMAZING!!!  Not only was the sushi mouth-wateringly scrumptious, but the menu was aesthetically awesome.  It lit up when opened!

[Editor’s Note from Mr. Friend Zone Escapee: Mo and I had a really great time at Blade and the rest of the night. The menu was awesome, I should’ve stolen it but the video we recorded was enough. The post-dinner bar and club that followed were fun and she made a couple of girlfriends along the way which we ended up hanging out with the following night.]

 

Despite the deliciousness of the food, I urged Mr. Friend Zone Escapee to hurry through his meal because we had an open bar, top-shelf pre-party to attend.  He paid for dinner; it was officially date one.  [Editor’s Note from Mr. Friend Zone Escapee: Yes, it became a date at that point. But date status or not I would have paid anyway. As a man you don’t go to dinner with a female and expect her to pay. You grab that bill, tell her you got it and then let her offer the tip which you refuse as well. It’s all a game, even when you’ve known someone for 1 score and 3 years.]  The cab to the pre-party was driven by another zombie.  Our attempts to converse fell on deaf [zombie] ears.  We drank away our sorrows on 808 Collins Blvd.  Perhaps, my sorrows were very deep because I imbibed a little bit more than a lot.  Around whatever-o’clock, we hopped on a party bus and headed to a club called Set.   On the bus, I socialized with several females, three of whom I hit it off with.  I would review the club, but my memory is faint with respect to that venue.  The pictures were good, though!  The cab ride back to the hotel was an experience I only learned about the following day.  I will describe it in Part II.

To be continued…

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