Atypical Evening in Miami Beach...
My daughter wanted me to write a disclaimer at the beginning of this one, because it covers a very controversial topic, and she wanted me to let you know that I am in a place in my life where I don't make judgements of others...the activities described here are not those I seek out, but activities I see here in Miami Beach that I think are a bit interesting, as I know I would never have encountered them in a lot of other places, and so I wanted to share.
Tonight my main goal was to get laundry done and pack for my trip this weekend. When I finally decided to take a break, the girls and I ordered some chinese food for dinner...Afterwards, I went to take a shower in the new shower and was a bit overwhelmed. I have this awesome, HUGE shower head on my shower...I'll be honest, one of the selling points when I rented this place for the year was the amazing HUGE SHOWER HEAD!!
My shower also has a normal shower head that detaches, so I can spray my body, so normally I use that one, or just bend my head and stand under it, so I don't have to get my whole face wet, and hair. But tonight I thought it would be nice to just stand under it full on and let the water beat over my hair, and face and eyelashes...so I was scrubbing my hair with shampoo twice, then conditioner...which felt so good and slippery around my fingers, rubbing and scratching my head, then I turn around and the whole bathroom has filled with water!! SO, I QUICKLY do what anyone would do...I hop out of the shower completely naked, conditioner still in my hair, screaming for someone to come and help me, and then yelling ...asking my daughter, "WHAT DO I DO!?!" (I live on the 12th floor of my apartment building) She says, calmly, "...just grab towels, Mom, throw 'em down."
OH! GENIUS! Caroline always knows exactly what to do!!
So, I half dry the floor quickly with the towels, and conditioner in my hair, and then get myself dried off, still conditioner in my hair and next my pjs...yep! Sleeping with conditioner in my hair...just a little conditioning technique...GOOD PLANNN! Not gettin' back in that shower tonight...I'll wash this stuff outa my hair in the morning...what's the rush...great conditioning technique!! I MEANT TO DO THISSSS...
Then came the virtual plan to DO LAUNDRYYYY...see what I mean!?! I never know what amazing thing might POP UP!! AND TONIGHT WAS NOOO DIFFERENT!!
Then, I was about ready to settle down into bed, and write my blog, and a nice, pretty 50's-ish neighbor popped into the hallway. I went into her apartment to visit. She was ordering dinner and smoking pot, and asked me if I wanted to try some...after some thought...now that I am a "grown up"...I hate to say "no," when someone offers me this stuff, because until I was 23, I was a virgin, who didn't drink much nor do any kind of drugs. I told her "SURE!" I rarely smoke pot...never tried it til my wedding night (because I was not sure what that strange drug "pot" would do to me, I wanted to be in a committed relationship!!)...and have had spare use of it since then...each time I've smoked it, I get the feeling that I am doing something wrong!! Not inhaling or then inhaling too much, and nearly choking out a lung...I had thought there was someone who recently told me that smoking pot helped her write more lucidly, so I was thinking it might help me write my blog...However, I can tell you right now, that after just like 2 hits of that stuff, I only felt stupider and like I was floating...watching myself...then after inhaling my Shrimp Kung Pao, and lettuce wraps, and then ate the chocolate cake I brought home from the Spice Miami Full Dinner Menu last week, I think I've decided pot just does not agree with me. Anything that makes you MORE hungry just doesn't seem right...I mean, who wants to be MORE hungry...I've been trying to eat like a bird lately, (so I can still drink happy hour at night and stay thin!!)...and then this! A couple hits of the marajuana and I'm eating my entire food order and cake from week old left overs!!
This experience reminded me of the first year when I moved here, lived in the Flamingo Towers, and a neighbor I'd met, walked me home, after walking around South Beach with another new friend, so I'd be home and in bed by midnight, so I wouldn't have trouble working in the morning, and said he wanted to use my "bathroom" before walking home...it was late...I was ready for bed, but what was I gonna say!? So, I said it was ok, and then waited for him by the door, and waited for him to return and walk out...but when he came back from the bathroom, he laid this substance on the counter, and started splicing it up into even amounts...(I had never seen this before), then he held out something to me, and motioned me toward the rolls...I looked at him dumbly, like I didn't know what he wanted me to do...I said "no, thank you... I'm going to bed, but, no judgement, please you can finish and then I'd like you to leave..." He looked me square in the eye and said surprisingly, "Are you telling me you lived in Panama for 10 years and NEVER did coke???" I said no, I have not, I've never even seen it, but no judgement, (I didn't want to anger him...realized I had put myself in a really awkward [and bad] position). Please, just finish and then I'd like you to go...then I found myself telling him about my high blood pressure...blah blah blah...pretty clinical if he was trying to get me drugged up and seduce me. Anyway, he asked me out to the movies a couple times after that, but that friendship pretty much ended after that event. Just realized that we surely are not on the same track nor with the same goals. It's amazing the different type of people, and the many habits, that you can encounter living in a place as diverse as Miami Beach.
These are two instances where drugs have played a role, but to be honest, what I really have found and love about South Beach, surprisingly is the healthy lifesyle. I sold my car when I moved here, and ride my bicycle. Gyms all over are always full, and most people keep quite fit, and those who choose marijuana, choose it over alcohol, usually, which I guess is a bit controversial, which is better or healthier.
Tonight my main goal was to get laundry done and pack for my trip this weekend. When I finally decided to take a break, the girls and I ordered some chinese food for dinner...Afterwards, I went to take a shower in the new shower and was a bit overwhelmed. I have this awesome, HUGE shower head on my shower...I'll be honest, one of the selling points when I rented this place for the year was the amazing HUGE SHOWER HEAD!!
OH! GENIUS! Caroline always knows exactly what to do!!
So, I half dry the floor quickly with the towels, and conditioner in my hair, and then get myself dried off, still conditioner in my hair and next my pjs...yep! Sleeping with conditioner in my hair...just a little conditioning technique...GOOD PLANNN! Not gettin' back in that shower tonight...I'll wash this stuff outa my hair in the morning...what's the rush...great conditioning technique!! I MEANT TO DO THISSSS...
Then came the virtual plan to DO LAUNDRYYYY...see what I mean!?! I never know what amazing thing might POP UP!! AND TONIGHT WAS NOOO DIFFERENT!!
Then, I was about ready to settle down into bed, and write my blog, and a nice, pretty 50's-ish neighbor popped into the hallway. I went into her apartment to visit. She was ordering dinner and smoking pot, and asked me if I wanted to try some...after some thought...now that I am a "grown up"...I hate to say "no," when someone offers me this stuff, because until I was 23, I was a virgin, who didn't drink much nor do any kind of drugs. I told her "SURE!" I rarely smoke pot...never tried it til my wedding night (because I was not sure what that strange drug "pot" would do to me, I wanted to be in a committed relationship!!)...and have had spare use of it since then...each time I've smoked it, I get the feeling that I am doing something wrong!! Not inhaling or then inhaling too much, and nearly choking out a lung...I had thought there was someone who recently told me that smoking pot helped her write more lucidly, so I was thinking it might help me write my blog...However, I can tell you right now, that after just like 2 hits of that stuff, I only felt stupider and like I was floating...watching myself...then after inhaling my Shrimp Kung Pao, and lettuce wraps, and then ate the chocolate cake I brought home from the Spice Miami Full Dinner Menu last week, I think I've decided pot just does not agree with me. Anything that makes you MORE hungry just doesn't seem right...I mean, who wants to be MORE hungry...I've been trying to eat like a bird lately, (so I can still drink happy hour at night and stay thin!!)...and then this! A couple hits of the marajuana and I'm eating my entire food order and cake from week old left overs!!
This experience reminded me of the first year when I moved here, lived in the Flamingo Towers, and a neighbor I'd met, walked me home, after walking around South Beach with another new friend, so I'd be home and in bed by midnight, so I wouldn't have trouble working in the morning, and said he wanted to use my "bathroom" before walking home...it was late...I was ready for bed, but what was I gonna say!? So, I said it was ok, and then waited for him by the door, and waited for him to return and walk out...but when he came back from the bathroom, he laid this substance on the counter, and started splicing it up into even amounts...(I had never seen this before), then he held out something to me, and motioned me toward the rolls...I looked at him dumbly, like I didn't know what he wanted me to do...I said "no, thank you... I'm going to bed, but, no judgement, please you can finish and then I'd like you to leave..." He looked me square in the eye and said surprisingly, "Are you telling me you lived in Panama for 10 years and NEVER did coke???" I said no, I have not, I've never even seen it, but no judgement, (I didn't want to anger him...realized I had put myself in a really awkward [and bad] position). Please, just finish and then I'd like you to go...then I found myself telling him about my high blood pressure...blah blah blah...pretty clinical if he was trying to get me drugged up and seduce me. Anyway, he asked me out to the movies a couple times after that, but that friendship pretty much ended after that event. Just realized that we surely are not on the same track nor with the same goals. It's amazing the different type of people, and the many habits, that you can encounter living in a place as diverse as Miami Beach.
These are two instances where drugs have played a role, but to be honest, what I really have found and love about South Beach, surprisingly is the healthy lifesyle. I sold my car when I moved here, and ride my bicycle. Gyms all over are always full, and most people keep quite fit, and those who choose marijuana, choose it over alcohol, usually, which I guess is a bit controversial, which is better or healthier.
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