Sunday, April 11, 2010
Where Neon Goes to Die
That's, right, Party People. I'm headed to Miami. For a ten-day book project with a deadline so tight it doesn't squeak, it roars. But that's okay, because it's, well, Miami!
Which I assume is a good thing. La Diva, who lives la vida loca close by to where I'll be staying, assures me it is. So I'm going with that.
Now, let's hope for on time flights, safe baggage arrival, plenty of time to run and workout (because when I'm not working I'm going to be stuffing my face with Cuban food), time to hang with La Diva, and at least one day to spend all the money I haven't yet earned at the shops at Bal Harbor (10 minutes from Moi!). Kidding. I only have room for a couple pairs of new shoes.
Now, if only I could figure out how to get Gloria Estefan's voice out of my head . . .