My friend joined me Friday for an overnight in Miami. The hotel let me switch to a 2-bed room.
She had also never seen Miami, but only had one night. So I thought, well, the most Miami thing to do is eat Cuban food. We headed down to Puerto Sagua. The restaurant has been cooking up Cuban specialties in South Beach Since 1968. There were a ton of cops there eating and hanging out in front. The servers only spoke Spanish. It surprised me how many monolingual people there were in such a touristy area. They were equally surprised at my mediocre Spanish. The pork chops were a little dry, but my shrimp, and of course the black beans and rice and plantains were fantastic.
Then it was time to party. But I only knew one place to go, and it was so conveniently located! Back to the Palace!
The person next to us had the cutest doggo.
This guy was really serious about snapping his fan. He would look into the eyes of other people with fans and snap very decisively, making them keep time properly.
My favorite drag queen sang Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab” and was hilarious! She had a bottle of “booze” that she liberally splashed all over us and blew “cocaine” everywhere. We were in hysterics!
The next morning we went to the beach and did a little window shopping.
I went and posed in a parked car, shocking my friend. Until she decided to do the same thing.