So i just got back from Miami, beautiful beautiful place. The weather was great, the people were great, with the exception of one who i will get to later. My girls and I touched down Friday @ 5:30 to be smacked in the face with the humidity out in Miami, now coming from New York where it was a measly 70 degrees and arriving in Miami where it was 89 degrees and damn near 100% humidity that's a hard adjustment to get used to if you aren't dressed right. So we grab our bags which came out very quickly to my surprise and headed to the shuttle to the car rental place. We actually upgraded our vehicle from a Chevy Aveo...don't even know what the hell that is to a Chrysler Sebring Convertible, I mean it was only right that we had a convertible especially since the forecast was great for the duration of our stay. So we hop in the car and head to the hotel. Well considering our hotel was right on the south beach strip we could not find not a lick of parking and ended up using the valet parking at the hotel which was a whopping $39 a day....I'm no baller but we figured the car would be safe and we could go in and out as we please.
So we get settled in and head right on out to Bayside Hut, one of the sites of a festivity related to Miami Carnival. You would think because I'm Bajan and I grew up around all sorts of Soca and Calypso that I would be in my Element at this lil shindig they got going on .....but helllllllllllllll no, My mother makes my ears bleed with all the damn Soca she listens to, that being at this Soca fete was like hell for me. I tried so hard to force my two legs to move, but to no success. I needed a drink and I needed a drink fast, or so I thought. As the night went on I ran into a few people I knew from up north and ended up enjoying myself for a couple of hours before I had to find a seat somewhere, shoes and cement just do not go well together, sneakers would have definitely been the better wardrobe option for the night. Due to certain circumstances the event was supposed to end at 10am but ended at 5am, not sure what actually happened since there are so many different variations but we headed back to the hotel and jumped into our bathing suits then headed to the hotel pool. I decided i wanted to get my workout on while the girls swam their little hearts out.
Saturday which kind of overflew from Friday night/morning we started off by having breakfast at Denny's, My food was great, a lil spicy but great. I ate like a champ my whole time in Miami. After we got back from Denny's, the girls hit up the beach and I went back to the hotel and slept my lil ass off considering we got little to no sleep from the time we touched down. The girls already had plans to hit up another Soca fete and after Friday I could not torture myself again so two of us stood behind. I used that time to catch up with some friends from NY, have a few drinks do a little swimming and try and grab a few hours of more sleep, those few hours definitely turned into 8, didn't wake up til 7 the next morning.
Sunday morning we all went down to the beach, and as much as I complain about the US' dirty ass water, i got my ass in that water, it was beautiful, I could actually see through the damn water unlike the rest of the US. So we're in the water and I notice something really fucking huge very close to my feet, I didn't know what it was, wasn't trying to find out what it was but I took off running, jumping over waves like they were hurdles, I didn't even stop to look back, I didn't stop period until I got back to my beach chair which was far far away from the water. My friend Cassy was laughing so damn hard that she couldn't catch her damn breath. I've never ran so fast in my entire life..hell I never run for anything. So she calls me back to the water and do you know what it was that I saw....a big fucking glob of seaweed. I don't know why the hell there's so much seaweed out there but that glob I saw was fucking humongous. The worst part of it all was some random dude got me on tape running for my life from some fucking seaweed...embarassing, but I was laughing my ass off. All that swimming had us starving tho so we hit up this bar Wet Willies...let me tell you something about WW, I've heard of daquiris but none like this place here. They have this drink called Call A Cab, for good reason, all you need is one large Call A Cab and you good for the rest of the day, but us girls figured we get something a lil bit stronger so we got a drink called the Triple Play...Call A Cab, Sex On The Beach (which I wish i took part of with someone special) and an Attitude Improvment...let me tell you, that shit was strong as a bitch, but we had food to soak it all up, if any of you ever take a trip to Miami...hit up Wet Willies (7th & Ocean) and order chicken fingers with cheese fries...I swear thats the best chicken fingers and cheese fries i've had in my life. Wet Willies was great but we headed back to the hotel to get ready to go to Carnival which was the reason why we were down there. Carnival was packeddddddddddddddddddddd with people from all the islands Trinidad & Tobago, Haiti, Belize, Turks & Keikos, Barbados (woooooooo!), Guyana, St Vincent, the list goes on. Even tho they played Soca til no end, I really enjoyed myself, danced, dubbed, ate, drank all the good stuff. Needless to say we got rained on but we didn't care we danced until our feet hurt then headed back to the hotel. We all thought we were heading out to the strip club or to a party or something, but our asses got in that bed, planning to take a nap...ha we woke up 6 the next morning lol, had to rush to get dressed and head to the airport to say goodbye to Miami.
Now Miami was fucking great but it's always that one thing that happens on your vacation that just sends you over the edge. We get to the airport @ 9am on the dot, we're running around the airport trying to find out where we check in and ended up going right back where we started outside. Now there's clearly 4 of us standing in front of the check in station, and Cassy clearly stated that we all were together to the attendant Edgar Ramirez. This fool not only had a language barrier, fucking Cuban, but he had a problem paying attention. The idiot didn't check in 2 out of the 4 bags that we had. So we had to start the process all over again due to his incompetence, apparently that made his attitude even worse, he shouldn't be employed anywhere where he has to deal with people because he's bound to get slapped. So he sarcastically responds to us with "well i can always send you inside to check in", dude its 9 in the morning save the smart shit for someone else, check our fucking bags in and let us get to our flight. So he finally gets the shit right gives us our boarding passes and tags our luggage. But before we head in to the security checkpoint he says "we work for tips here"...say what homeboy? After that disgusting service you just gave us and the smug remarks through the whole process you think we tipping you? Hell no, my tip to you is you need an attitude improvement and you DO NOT need to be working in customer service. We all walk off and head to the checkpoint which was long as fuck, the damn line was wrapped we only had a half hour at this point to make it to the gate to board our flight. By the time we got through the checkpoint they were calling for any last passengers that needed to board at gate D44....we took off running and I mean we were running for our lives...as soon as we got to the gate they were calling our last names for our last chance to board the plane..we boarded at 9:48 flight definitely left at 10...we made it by the skin of our teeth. Flight went well all the way through, at least I hope it did, I was knocked out for damn near the whole flight. Anywho we touch down at LaGuardia, head to the baggage claim...and what do you know...our fucking bags...all 4 of our bags...were not there. So Edgar was the first thing that popped in my mind...you don't get a tip...our bags dont make it on the plane? That's how it works? We go to American Airlines baggage claim file 4 seperate complaints that our bags were missing, they tell us due to mechanical error our bags were put on a different flight that was landing in 25 minutes. We're heated at this point but we decided to wait for the flight to land and wait for a bags. Surprise surprise our bags weren't on that flight either...we landed at 12:55 we didnt leave the airport until 2:20 are you serious Edgar..do you think that you won't have to deal with repurcussions..ha! At the end of the day we were in NY and our luggage was in Miami, so why did the system say our luggage was on the next flight coming in from Miami. Not only does American Airlines have the worst staff ever, with the exception of the woman who went out of her way to make sure we got our bags, but they have inaccurate information in their computer systems. You know when we got our bags? Tuesday at fucking 2 in the afternoon, not Monday when our flight fucking landed but a whole 27 hours later. Great fucking job American Airlines. That was my last flight with them.
Beyond the whole American Airlines mishap and I had a great time in Miami and am definitely looking forward to going back in May but before that...I'm hitting Cancun.
I'll be uploading pics from the trip soon!
