Let's go to Miami...

    Miami here we go! I am proud to be among the few who have gone to Miami and have successfully got out of it. Mark my word, it is not an easy task, for many dangers lay on the path, treacherous and vicious dangers in which one might fall into and never come back. There are called Miami vices.
    Even before I arrived in Miami I had to fought for my life. In the flight from Detroit to Orlando, they tried to squeeze me like a lemon in a squeezer by placing to huge fat guys by my sides. Bravely I resisted and I didn't jump out of the plane to get fresh air... Then for the flight from Orlando to Miami, they tried to scare me to death by letting me fly in the smallest plane I ever flew in:     But they didn't know that I like to fly, therefore I wasn't scared a bit.
    I arrived safe and sound in Miami on saturday evening, my cousin Dean came to pick me up at the airport in his Ford Mustang, he tried to impress me to death but I wasn't fouled, I knew it was only a Ford K in disguise:     We finally arrived at my aunt's place. Again they tried to dazzle me to death by letting me believe that it was a roman palace, but Kenneth is not easily fooled! I knew it was just a small American house:     After I arrived, they tried to fed me to death in an italien restaurant - "Carpaccio" - and they nearly succeeded as I haven't had good food in a long time. I am living in a dorm in East Lansing after all...
    My aunt house is in Aventura, which is in the north of Miami. The hot places in Miami are in south beach, which is in......the south! You would have guessed of course, smart as you are. So we went to south beach after diner to dance our brains out, yet another danger in Miami. I forgot to mention that it was the week end just before Halloween, which was the following tudesday. We saw creatures wandering the streets of southbeach with outfits competing with those of the best drag queens, as well as those of Adam and Eve, especially Eve: apparently the competition was over the one with the less clothes on. I think I had a glimpse of the winners: two girls were wearing G-strings, and that's about it, with only their hair covering their breasts. Yuck.
    Unfortunately, or fortunately for me as you will see later on, we were refused entry to the nightclubs of southbeach. Indeed we were three desperate guys in need, whereas to enter a nightclub in a hot city like Miami you need to be with at least three girls and you need to appear unconcerned by whether they let you in or not. So guess who found the solution to this thorny problem? Well I'll just say that we ended up in a gay club, which woud never refuse entry to three guys in need...
    In there I met a really nice Cuban guy, Hemley, child of the world and quantum physics. Pretty quickly it became physical indeed. But this was a danger I didn't fight too hard, I even embraced it and let it penetrated me fully (the danger I mean you little vicious smart ass). Luckily it was my birthday, so Miami decided it was a good time to stop trying to trick me and let me out of this danger safely in the morning. I had the chance of visiting a lovely south beach house in the mean time:     With its lovely host:     He kindly drove me home on a Madonna tune, and I saw Miami under the hot sun for the first time because when I arrived the day before it was already dark.
    After this good night of non-sleep, my cousin and I went to the swimming pool, where I met the brother of Brad Pitt. But this time i fought the danger and didn't fall into it (plus I didn't really meet him, only me eyes...)     They tried to drown me thanks to jet and bubbles in the Jacuzzi but I am a too good swimmer for that.
    When we had enough of the swimming pool we went to eat by the beach in Sunny Isle, which is near Aventura. We didn't swim this time, currents might have taken me away... We stayed at the beach pretty much the entire afternoon, then we came back home. My aunt and cousins prepared a little happy birthaday for me, which was really nice, then we went to the restaurant, where they try to kill me again with cheese this time. Fortunately I felt it, my face even started to swell, so I took my meds on time. One hour later my face came back to normal and we could go out, not long though because my meds took all my strenght. Dean, John and me went to espagnola way, which is a street with italian and spanish restaurant in south beach, very nice.     There were dancing Flamenco to death inside. I didn't get close for obvious reasons.
    On monday I woke up like a flower at noon. Yes you read me right, like a flower. You've never seen a flower waking up? Well you should see me waking up then. We had lunch with an Argentinean, Matis, a friend of my cousin. Then we went to south beach to actually go to the beach this time, the famous beach of Miami. We passed by Versace's house on the way:     And here was the beach:

    After that we went to lincoln road, it's the pedestrian street of south beach. We had a drink there:     Yeah we like to play with straws...
    I spend the evening and the night with my cuban guy, we went to a good american restaurant (it suprised me but good american restaurants do exist!). On tuesday morning I took the bus to come back to aventura, the driver tried to kill me by driving crazy, it was actually fun.
    I didn't do much on tuesday because it was rainning pretty much all day. Eventually it stopped rainning, we even had a pretty sunset:

    We went to southbeath in the evening to see the crowd dressed up for Halloween, it was amazing. We tried to dress up but we had to do it with what we had:     I'm supposed to be a bad cop...
    I took some videos, but we can't see well: that's too bad.

      Later on we tried to enter in nightclubs but again we didn't have any girls with us so we couldn't enter anywhere. We ended up in the lounge of a high class hotel.
    On wednesday I had to go back, and Miami Vices won because I didn't want to go back! However Lansing was calling and I couldn't shut up its calls, so I came back to Lansing. Sniff.