The Glamorous

Wow.

The plane touched down and I wondered, how to people leave here? Upon approach I'm seeing the E.verglades, palm trees, downtown Miami (I'm assuming), and gorgeous, gorgeous water. It just looks hot and fun!! I start squirming in my seat... but back up.

You know how that last day before vacation everything makes you want to hurt someone? Like every single teeny tiny thing makes you want to harm someone? I had to chant Florida to myself. Hahaha. I left early to try to convince my oral surgeon to cut the fragment out of my face. That was a no go. Hater. Lolol. But I presume it's for the best. Because those drugs make me nauseous and with all the turbulence yesterday, I had to put the book down on the big swoops. Not cute.

My flight to Atlanta is uneventful. I'm asleep before we finish taxiing. If I don't get my 9 hours, naptime is always an option! I get to the airport and channel Jarrod's post about how ginormous it is. Luckily I have more than an hora to figure it out. Droppin that espanol homes!! The girl sitting next to me was staring out of the window like a fiend. I (kind of) felt bad when she told the woman on the other side she doesn't ride planes much so she's not used to it. I could've switched. Then I thought of the fact that the strange, environmentalist-looking lady next to her with the Badl.ands t-shirt could be talking to me. DESPITE the fact I had on headphones and was reading a book. That never stops the most persistent ones. And you know I try. Oh yes I try. I just don't like talking to people on planes. Something about being a captive audience does not appeal to me. Epiphany. When the conversation gets stale or boring, you can't say, "Ok. Well... it was nice talking to you but I gotta go now." GO WHERE?!?! YOU'RE HEADED THERE! No. Better to not start a conversation at all or I will never read more than one sentence of this book and I'll have to read that 8 or 9 times because you keep TALKING TO ME. I know that's not friendly, but on a plane, that is not my goal.

As we're boarding the plane to FT. LAUDERDALE!!!, I see that it's raining. I'm like. Oh. Great. But I'm from the South so I know how thunderstorms work. They pass quickly. If it wasn't raining earlier in the day, it's just a passing storm. We won't be here for hours. BUT we were there for almost an hour and a half. We took off 15 minutes before we were supposed to reach our destination, which for some reason was comical to me. Not that I wanted to get to Ft. Lauderdale uber late, but after the baggage loading guys had to run off, leaving our bags outside, some passengers decided to get nasty. Hmm, would you prefer for the workers to be surrounded by all this metal INCLUDING THE 737 WE'RE IN, get struck and die? Think of the delay then if you can't muster up a care for a human life over your PRECIOUS LUGGAGE (most likely filled with horribly out of date clothing but I digress). When I see people getting crunk over foolishness, it calms me down. You want me around in a crisis. Breaking news? Jameil's your girl. I'm all about a solution. Everyone calm down and let's make this happen. Know why? Because getting all up in arms does not help. It distracts you from your goal. I can be a very hyper person, but when it counts, I'm muy level-headed.

So we touch down in the land of liquor and I'm so excited about what I'm seeing!! I'm snapping pictures of the skyline and the everglades. So fun!! I get off the plane and feel very overdressed. Hahaha. Oh yeah, we are in South Florida!! I call Stace. No answer. I get nervous because though she was excited, and I'd already talked to her in ATL, I know how she is. She will disappear for days and not tell anyone. I head down to baggage claim. I see a giant balloon, the bottom of which says "birthday to you," trailing a teeny tiny person and I start smiling. As she's walking away from the escalator (she can't see me), I get off, run and tackle her! Hahaha. It was so funny. Then we start screaming like girls. Hahahaha. Hugs for her and Drew... Then I get a giant star balloon that says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU" with a 2 inch wide tail covered in glitter. But I really need you to understand the size of this balloon. Its bigger than my body across. Like at least 12 inches. IGNORANT!! BUT Very inconspicuous. Then she hands me cupcakes, an Every.day with Rachael R.ay magazine... YAY!! And a card from Hall.mark that says "HAVE A RACHAE.L RAY DAY!!!!!" LOVE IT!!!!!! I'd seen it when I was there with my mom and almost bought it for myself!!! (I know I still have to post about my birthday). But instead I got it from mystace!! Yay!! We are being very loud like we are every time we're in the airport together. Keep tradition alive!!

We get my bags and ride out with the Spanish music pumpin. And it's hot as all get out. Almost 7 p.m. and 90 and humid. I'm like, I'm definitely in Florida!!" We go to a Mexican restaurant for some food!!! Yessss!! I decide on the beef burrito Cancun with meat, cheese, sour cream, guac, rice and beans and a house margarita. Easier to eat. I had to take it slow but I was determined to eat through the pain!! If you don't already know this, drink margaritas at Mexican restaurants. They are insanely strong. I didn't get a to go box for the first time in forever and right now I want that stuff. I would tear it up. I'm gonna email them and see if they could carrier it over. No? Just let it go? Alright. After the restaurant, me and Stace shower and change, then head to Ginge.r Bay Cafe to hear Drew's band perform. The lead singer is a model... I see why. Lololol. I don't know why models are not my type. It's not that I don't notice they're attractive. Maybe I just like more normal looking people. At the end of the set, I meet the band. Everyone was aware this is the trip of the century. THAT'S RIGHT, RECOGNIZE!! Hahahahaha. Tho the model did ask me if I brought his blanket. I was so confused. Apparently he loves airplane blankets and Stace and Drew were supposed to pass the message along to bring him one. CRAZY MAN!! That's how people catch scarlet fever. Airplane blankets. I'm just sayin. Think about it.

After the intros, we leave and head back to West Palm Beach. Do you know it takes FOREVER from our jumping off point in Hollywood? Seriously an hour. I fell asleep. I'd been mostly awake for nearly 24 hours so you know what that means. Jameil is gone to the world. The Raphae.l Saadi.q was bumpin, too? Please. Gone. Until I wake up in the city of Palm! Wheeeee! We go to sleep. Wake up and Stace goes to school. I was supposed to go but I was too sleepy. I was re-awakened, though by Ashli calling me at the crack of dawn aka 8:43... GIRL!! IT'S VACATION!! Boooo. So that's why I'm up right now. I already used the gift card she sent for my bday to buy some FIERCE shoes. Wait until you see them. They reminded me of La. I will use 3 words. Magenta. 4 inches. That's all I'ma say! Love you mucho!! VIVA FLORIDA!!!