Miami Review: Running, Empty Bank Accounts, and Holes in my Head

So, last weekend was a long weekend that Grant and I had been looking forward to for quite some time. The boys would be at my parents, and we would be in sunny Florida ....The trip lived up to our expectations.... I'll tell you about it.

Thursday night we went to see Dave Berry, a humor columnist, do some stand-up. While we were among some of the youngest people in the crowd, it was a great show. If he is ever performing near you, I totally recommend him.

Our hotel wasn't exactly in the heart of South Beach, where all the action is, but it was a really nice hotel. Anyhow, because of this distance, taking cabs every trip would have been a lot of money, so Grant and I ended up renting a scooter for a few days. I was scared at first, because Miami traffic is crazy. As Dave Berry said, "every driver down here drives by the rules, of his or her own country of origin, that is." I was sure a crazy cab driver would take us out, so I was decked out in the dorkiest helmet most of the time, but it was cool. Safety first!



While down there we had some of the greatest meals, although we couldn't pronounce them. Some of the restaurants we went to were way out of our league, and literally broke us, but hey, that's South Beach for ya. We're not complaining though, we had the best sushi we have ever had.

Saturday morning, bright and early, I had my little 5-k run. I did it! I hated every second of it, because, yes, I still hate running, but I did it. It was gorgeous though. I ran over a causeway into the sunrise and then along a beach drive.



Grant's half marathon was Sunday morning. He did a great job. His time was around 1:55, not quite his goal, but still very good. I'd post a picture, but.... I ..... uhhhh.... slept through it. Sorry babe! But in my defense, it started at 6am. He told me not to come and took the camera himself, just didn't take any pictures.



One night while we were there, we walked around trying to find the Miami Ink shop. On a whim, and with the help of a friend, who sort of peer pressured me into it, I decided to get another hole in my head. Miami Ink, now Love-Hate Tattoos, weren't doing piercings that night, but showed us to another shop down the street. And that is where I got this done...




Call it a quarter-life crisis, if you like. I don't know how long I'll keep it in. Not forever though... don't worry, Mom. :)