Welcome to Miami

Alternate Title: Miami... Meh

So, I got back from Miami last night and I give it a C-. It was okay. Nothing great. I'm glad I went. Don't ever need to go back. This is probably about 30% because of Miami and 70% because of me.

The traffic there is horrible, which I know is normal for a big city, but my mind goes crazy when I'm in the car! The moment that I step foot into a car, I gaze out the window and zone out in my own world. It usually ends up with me creating crazy scenarios in my mind. The more time I spend in the car, the more time I have for my mind to wander. Ergo, traffic = bad! Also, maybe I should warn guys about this before accepting a first date. "yes, I would love to go out with you. By the way, I don't talk in the car..."

I'm an 80-year-old woman. I like my schedule. It may or may not be a problem. I may have been told (more than once) that I need to seek professional help. But it's just the way I do things. I like to wake up in the morning and have my coffee with cream and one of about 4 options for breakfast. Even when I spend the night at my parent's house, I sometimes want to pack food with me so that I can still stay on my schedule. I like to have time  alone before I face the day. I looked forward to going for a run because it was time to myself, alone with my thoughts, and because it helped me to maintain some semblance of my usual schedule. Crazy, I know!

This was definitely my favorite part of the trip! The beach was great, but when is the beach not great? And as much as I love this picture, nothing about this picture is exclusive to Miami. And it's not the white sand beaches and emerald water of the Gulf. Yes, I am kind of a 30A snob, but I promise to never put a bumper sticker on my car! Anyway, the beach was as wonderful and relaxing as the beach always is, but we only hung out at the beach for one day. So even the best part of the trip wasn't as great as it could have been.

Miami is a party city. It's apparently a lot of fun if you're into that sort of thing. Did I mention that I'm an 80-year-old woman? And that I really like my leash. So going out to clubs and bars and partying... no thank you!

Oh yeah, the concert was fun too...