I attended the HRC Conference in Miami this year (along with 20 other DPA employees). It was great to have so many of my colleagues in my hometown.
Thanks to the miracle that is Crackbook, everyone is in constant contact. By simply updating my status when I left NYC, I soon found out that several other NYC folk would be in Miami at the same time.
On Saturday we went to the protest at the Miami Beach Convention Center. I was a little disapointed in the turn out, but very appreciative to see some of my straight friends there. Thank you.
After the protest, we went back to Cody's to swim in the pool. Followed up with the gym and then dinner with Mexi Monito (MM). We had a decent Cuban dinner served up by a hunky Cuban waiter at Manolo's in Miami Beach.
We all agreed to go dancing on Saturday night even though MM had to work on Sunday morning (rounding up the local narcisist wannabe's). Not sure how we chose the venue, Discotekka, but it was a great choice. There is nothing better than going out with friends that will guarantee a good time no matter where you go. The crowd at Discotekka is best descirbed as "Latin Club Kids Gone Wild." The music was great and the company was better. I remember MANY tequila shots with MM.
After dancing, we headed back to the house to go swimming. Not sure when the trunks came off, but I found them on a chair the next day. The remainder of the night guaranteed it was one for the books. All I can say is that a scissor was needed to remove gum from someones chest hair.
So I am back in NYC. I am here physically but my mind is still in Miami. I'm thinking the grin on my face will keep me warm during the snow flurries this week.
Thanks to the miracle that is Crackbook, everyone is in constant contact. By simply updating my status when I left NYC, I soon found out that several other NYC folk would be in Miami at the same time.
On Saturday we went to the protest at the Miami Beach Convention Center. I was a little disapointed in the turn out, but very appreciative to see some of my straight friends there. Thank you.
After the protest, we went back to Cody's to swim in the pool. Followed up with the gym and then dinner with Mexi Monito (MM). We had a decent Cuban dinner served up by a hunky Cuban waiter at Manolo's in Miami Beach.
We all agreed to go dancing on Saturday night even though MM had to work on Sunday morning (rounding up the local narcisist wannabe's). Not sure how we chose the venue, Discotekka, but it was a great choice. There is nothing better than going out with friends that will guarantee a good time no matter where you go. The crowd at Discotekka is best descirbed as "Latin Club Kids Gone Wild." The music was great and the company was better. I remember MANY tequila shots with MM.
After dancing, we headed back to the house to go swimming. Not sure when the trunks came off, but I found them on a chair the next day. The remainder of the night guaranteed it was one for the books. All I can say is that a scissor was needed to remove gum from someones chest hair.
So I am back in NYC. I am here physically but my mind is still in Miami. I'm thinking the grin on my face will keep me warm during the snow flurries this week.
