in miami.
here’s what’s good:
i went for a walk by the beach tonight and the beach was desolate and there was a big, full moon hanging over the ocean and i took some really nice pictures of the moon and it’s reflection on the waves.
then i went back to my hotel but they wouldn’t let me in the beach entrance because of a private party.
so i got to walk a mile through a construction site filled with puke and then through hordes of drunks and a throng of revelers who were just trying to get into the nightclub in the hotel where i’m staying.
so after breaking out the machete and hacking my way through the crowd of aspiring celebrants i finally made my way to the velvet rope in front of the hotel where after a thorough look i was deemed worthy to enter the hotel and come back to my room(i felt so privileged, even if i can’t spell).
so my verdict on miami tonight: the weather’s beautiful and the desolate midnight beach with the full moon is sublime, but the throngs of aggressive drunks in muscle-t’s do definitely make me want to go back to cold, snowy nyc.
and the ‘hotel as nightclub as hotel as etc’ is definitely an interesting phenomenon, but i imagine that as i’m trying to fall asleep with ludacris booming out of the speakers right below my window i might be less charitably disposed towards hotels where the focus is on staying awake as opposed to getting to sleep.
but then again this is a party festival in a party town so i should probably keep my cranky woody-allen-esque new york criticisms to myself.
but like i said, i’ll be a lot less diplomatic and charitable when the dj plays ‘move, bitch, get out the way’ for the 3rd time at 4 a.m.
nothing like loud misogynistic hip-hop at 4 a.m when you’re trying to sleep to make you long for an old, fancy hotel room where everything is q u i e t…
-moby
