SOBE

I went to South Beach, again. Much better hotel, only thing they had a DJ blasting  techno music aloud in the lobby area and our room was a few steps up down the hall. Luckily, she showed me that the stereo provided by the room had an iPod dock. So, we listened to music, run a sex marathon and then just lie there covered in steamy sweat, panting and wrapped into each others' arms, eyes locked. Take a shower while you have a rare cigarette, go to the beach and expose ourselves to the spotty rays of sun, take a walk, eat breakfast at the hotel (no more, it costed us thirty dollars), find where to cut hair which was on my to-do list. Also, on my to do things was to go to Mango's. Also, get a really cool shirt and flirt with the girl that has to flirt back because it's her job, then get away with a $59 shirt with a tag price in the hundreds. Get a pair of pants, because she lowered the price and them pants were banging! I still have not taken them off.
On the plane, I filmed her sleep. Payback, bitch... she had done so to me, you see. And we rarely play pranks on each other. I don't think she finds me funny, but she laughs wholeheartedly from time to time. I get her to smile all the time. We had tons of fun.
But we never made it to Mango's.