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Monday, June 8, 2009

Bienvenido a Miami!


This past weekend I flew to Miami, Florida to roadtrip back to Atlanta with my girlfriend because her job in the Keys recently ended ... the trip was nothing short of awesome. However, I feel I owe it to my blogging colleagues to describe the pros and cons of such a situation should they ever choose to encounter it:

Pro: An airplane to the beach after a week of working is something to look forward to and the fastest way to Miami.
Con: Its hurricane season and storms are brewing frequently. Most likely you will be sitting in the airport bored out of your mind because of a three hour delay. For most of that time you think to yourself that Gilligan and company got lost forever in that same time period on that ill-fated tour.

Pro: South Beach, Miami is off the fucking chain! It is balls to the wall all night. Giant cups of margaritas, hurricanes, and whatever you can think of drinks are being carried around the street by every scantily clad swim suit wearing drunk beach babe.
Con: You wake up hung over with your shoes, clothes and bed covered in sand. A coconut and some palm tree leaves lay on the floor. Why? Who knows, who cares. You then have to pack the sandy clothes and walk outside in the blinding Miami sun to start your long drive. Who am I kidding ... totally worth it.

Pro: Starting off your roadtrip hearing Willie Nelson sing "On the Road Again" and feeling free enough to conquer the world.
Con: Listening to so many Taylor Swift, Rent and Britney CDs that enough estrogen accumulates in your body making you seriously wonder if you are growing boobs. You then begin to cry when the CD is taken out and "Love Story" is playing on the radio.

Pro: CENSORED
Con: You almost crash and die because you think the trucker in the lane next to you is watching.

Pro: Driving fast in someone else's car is awesome when you are pretending you are the main character from Grand Theft Auto.
Con: Your girlfriend wakes up as you finish your fictional mission of catching that jeep and blowing it up. She then harasses you every time she thinks you are speeding. After nagging you for the quabillionth time she forces you to set the cruise control under 80 mph. You reluctantly comply and your inner child dies a little with each car that steadily passes you.

Pro: Waking up with a beautiful girl on top of you, hotel breakfasts, SUBWAY!!! and road stand fruit.
Con: I am not a morning person. She is. It's way too early to be waking up, but if she is up then you have to be up too. Those eggs look and smell suspicious and all the old people at Holiday Inn stare at you in line. You have to strongly resist the urge to throw the weird eggs at them. (Subway is the shit, no con) The stand mis-spells Georgia Peaches making you wonder A) Where are they really from? B) Who are these people and how do they really make a living on the side of the road?

Pro: Arriving home.
Con: The couple of hours before you arrive home where your low on blood sugar girlfriend does not want to talk to you because you made fun of Taylor Swift too much. The car is silent besides the speakers singing, "I see your face as I drive away ... " There is no winning here.

Overall I feel the pros win and the cons are just me bitching for the hell of making a post. It was a great weekend and I even managed to catch the tail end of Summer Fest in the Highlands. I hope you all had equally wicked weekend wildness.



4 comments:

  1. Why is the HTML all different now? Fonts changed, Sidebars changed, blog sections changed. You got the headers back to the left, but you didn't fix the only initial problem with it cause these comments are still centered.

    And who is this Jenn girl you speak of in the Video section? Her name is Standby remember? I'm editing it.

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  2. sim simma gone soft

    the con of reading this post is the realization that in married life, if you are lucky, the only time that you get to yourself is when you are taking a shit

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  3. Palosaurus Rex your roaring above is just untrue. I specifically save my shitting time to call and talk to you. I just feel more satisfied while taking a dump knowing I am listening/talking to a piece of shit at the same time.

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