Today, I woke up to the sound of waves crashing on the beach and the warm sensation of sun on my face.
In other words: I said screw D.C. and hopped a flight to Miami.
I have to catch up on some work before I can go play … but, there is something about sitting on a balcony with seagulls singing and a big blue ocean rippling before me that makes work seems like a fun thing.
So, as the haters continue to grumble from the depths of their icy D.C. asses, take comfort in knowing that later I will be toasting my ass to a soft Latin beat.
Here’s something that’s pretty neat-o … check out The Shore Club’s soundtrack on iTunes. It sounds good to me, however, the girl that did my nails at Agua Spa (on the Delano’s roof) yesterday said the Delano’s iMix is “the hippest.” I don’t know. You decide. I haven’t had time to listen to it.
Hotel soundtrack rivalry. Now, that’s hot.