MDMiAmi
The day started like the others. Waking up too late to actually do stuff so I went to the grocery store to get me some water and a little bit to eat.
Mr White had some friends over and went to downtown and to the airport to pick up some more friends. Actually I also wanted to go to Little Havanna. Didn’t make it though. I guess I’m gonna wait till I see the real Cuba.
Anyhow, after a while I managed to leave the hostel and walked again around South Beach. I went to the Miami Ink. tattoo studio just to check out how much it is. I had a good idea for a small tattoo. It was not like that I wanted it like really badly but it would be nice to get it. And as Miami Ink. is very famous I thought I’ll give it a try.
I passed by the studio on my first day but it was still closed. This time it was opened and I stepped inside. The first thing that caught my eye was that the chair, in which you’re getting your tattoo, is standing right in the middle of the studio. Everywhere I’ve been so far it was in an extra room or at least had a curtain so nobody will stare at you when you get your schlong pimped up.
As I can’t receive the channel which broadcasts Miami Ink. in Germany I had actually now idea what it was and how it worked. I guess just like every other tattoo parlor just with famous people. And also don’t know if that guy at the desk always talked liked that or just was sick but he sounded like he was at screamo competition the night before. I had to ask him to repeat everything like three times. I told him about my idea and he said that every tattoo starts at $ 200 plus the time that is needed to hurt you.
“Oh yeah I’m gonna think about it” – the universal code for “that’s way to fucking expensive, but I don’t wanna be rude”
I’m not sure if he understood me as there were also other people so I took the chance and just left.
On my way back I thought, ok I don’t really need that. Would’ve been nice but I don’t mind. So if you ever walked around South Beach you realize there is one thing more sand on the beach: tattoo studios. Just walk down Washington and you’ll come along about one hundred, not counting those in the side streets. So I asked around how much it would be in other ones. The cheapest I found was for $ 100 which is less than 50 % at Miami Ink. So I had it made there. You’re wondering what I got this time? Well you can guess a little longer as I’m not going to tell or post a picture. Those of you who saw it last night can consider yourself lucky.
In a year when I’m back home and you’ll see it I’ll be like “oh yeah, I have that for quite a while”. Haha. Take this suckers.
As it is the third one on that side it didn’t really hurt much anymore and Lou, the tattoo artist, was finished like after 15 minutes. Like I said it’s just a small one representing South Beach in Miami.
After that I got myself a beer and laid back to the pool until my – let’s call it – appointment with Mr White was due. 9 pm – the perfect time to get the party started.
It was the perfect size of a group of six people: there was me and Mr White, Joe, who I think Mr White met in a shop where he used to molest the customers back in Georgia, Joe’s coworker Timmy, a really cool dude, Joe’s boyfriend Yoav and Maria from Mexico who, I’m not sure I forgot, maybe met them at a Latino dance off. I don't know. Anyhow, six people I think are perfect for going out and have some fun. Mr White managed to get us some free tickets for a deep house club where we were going first.
But before that a little bit of planning at the White House. Everybody got dressed, Mr White shared like all of his accessories with us and Maria dressed herself muy guapa. We had a couple of beers until Mr White popped out some pills, MDMA, for those of you who don’t know what it is, don’t ask me I don’t know it either. But it’s like a purer version of ecstasy. For the usual nights at the bar with your friends it’s definitely wrong but this was meant to be a big night and as I don’t like that kind of music it might have made me enjoy it a little bit more. And so it was.
But from the beginning: we went to that deep house club to have some beers and dance a little bit. Well, the other danced I desperately tried not to break a sweat in those clubs. And as Mr White is another white (haha) person so he didn’t dance either. Which I felt very calming. First time on MDMA on a city I’ve never been partying it was a nice do of his to stick around my side. Here I want to thank you again also thank you Maria for keeping an eye on me. That sounds like I ended up once more completely wasted but no, that’s not what happened.
The plan was to have a beer in that club and then go to Icon which is one of the hottest clubs in Miami but expensive as hell so we just wanted to go there so everybody can see it and than continue our night out. The deep house was so good, though, we decided to skip Icon and stay here a little bit longer. Which was great because there was a lady with long black hair dancing. In the dark I couldn’t really see her face but she was gorgeous. The reason I mention this is that the dress she was wearing was one of the most beautiful dresses I’ve seen. It might have been the drugs. Pretty much I guess. It was a blue dress with spaghetti straps and fringes. For the little extra it had some rhinestones which made it look a-m-azing. Together with the long, straight black hair she had the outfit was set.
I don’t know for how long I was sitting on the bench – the name of the event was “do not sit on the bench” but there is nothing to tell Tommy Ready what to do and what not. Mr White to the right and Maria to the left, I was enjoying the moment. Mr White told me to keep drinking water to stay hydrated but as American beer is like German water I kept on drinking that. Eventually I drank only water for the rest of the night. I think in total I had maybe twelve beers so it’s not that much.
Funny though is that the line for the elevator was longer than the line for the toilets. We weren’t there for a long time and went to a club called “Twist”.
Now Twist is a really cool club. It’s like a little maze with several different rooms where they play different music in all of them. Latin, House, Rap, Techno and what not. The really cool thing is when you’re in one of those rooms you don’t hear the music from the other areas. There should be more clubs like that.
Eventually we went back to the Deep House Club which name I still don’t remember as this was the coolest. And at that place it was perfect. It was the perfect amount of people so you could dance without rushing into other people all the time.
I had really cool conversations with all of them. You got to know Joe, Timmy and Yoav are gay. Joe and Yoav are a couple as I already said and we talked about how they became gay or better said when they found out about it. They are three guys and everybody had a different story. That’s really interesting. I’m not gonna tell each of them out of privacy reasons.
At some point that night we had the glorious idea to watch the sun rise at the beach which turned out to be hell for me as I was so fucking tired in the end and just wanted to sleep. But I made it and I’m really glad for that. The only problem was that the club closed at 5am and the sun wasn’t to rise till 6.30-ish am. So we had a gap of one and half hours to spend. This is when we went back to the White House for a round of Cards Against Humanity. First time for me playing it. It’s really fucked up and disgusting especially when you play it with such crazy guys. But it’s hilarious as hell.
It didn’t take long for Mr White to fall asleep and chop down some trees.
The time had passed and we reached the beach on time. Everybody, or maybe that’s my impression, was done for the day but no one wanted to miss this little miracle.
BUT that wasn’t the only beautiful thing that morning.
Maria, Joe, Yoav and I were sitting while Timmy and Mr White were randomly walking around making a million of pictures when Joe stood up. He asked Yoav to also stand up as if he wanted a nice picture of them two in front of the sunrise. Huh, romance was in the air.
Yoav, tired as hell, didn’t want to stand up. I totally felt with him at that moment. Joe wanted him to get up.
“Why?”
– “I want to ask you something.”
“There answer is no.”
Here I was a little sexist thinking he wanted to ask him for a little “exercise” at the beach.
In the end he stood up and Joe took his hand looking him deeply in the eyes. He said all those things you say in that moment. I don’t want to devaluate it right now but it is how those things are.
“We talked a lot about this and I want to ask you right now”… he grabs in his pocket, pulled out a tiny bag – he was really nervous you could clearly tell – he went down to his knees and said those magical words I hope I will say one time as well: “Will you marry me?”
I was so incredibly excited about it. I grabbed Maria’s arm and squeezed it – sorry if I hurt you but that were just my emotions.
I’ve known those people for not even a day and I was so happy for them. I don’t mind if I sound gay right now but as it is a gay proposal that’s totally fine. It was a really great proposal. The beach, the sunrise, good friends, a beautiful ring. I was breathless for a moment.
Apparently Mr White and Timmy knew about as they filmed all this.
Here’s the kicker: Yoav is from South America, Joe doesn’t speak Spanish but just for this he learned a little bit of Spanish or more specific one phrase to ask Yoav’s mother in Spanish for their blessing. And people keep saying romance is dead.
Group hugs for everyone.
When I met Yoav he said he is one of those guys that are really shy and introverted and don’t say much but as soon as you get to know him better he won’t stop talking. I believed him, I mean why should he lie?
But at this very moment he was standing there, not being able to say anything, a tear running down his cheek.
I’m a little bit afraid that I ruined the video they made during the proposal by saying “Oh this so cool” but I had the urge of stating my feelings. If that ruined it I’m really sorry. If not you’re welcome.
After sitting there and celebrating for a little more it was time for me to go back to the hostel to try to get at least a little bit of sleep.
I can say that was by far the greatest night I had. There was everything: fun, amazing people, beautiful places and time for a love story. Life does set you up with great stories. And all that thanks to Señor Miguel Blanco. A guy as slick as he looks.
This morning, around 3 pm, when we met again for breakfast I asked them if they were still happy in their marriage and they were. I truly wish the best for you guys and thanks again for letting me being part of this.
Little extra: I wrote this entry at the pool in my hostel listening to really nice music and a cigarette. There is a guy right across of me, as black as my soul probably, tanning. I mean why is he tanning? Is he trying to reach the “sun bleached” status? A little bit of racism no one harmed.
The day started like the others. Waking up too late to actually do stuff so I went to the grocery store to get me some water and a little bit to eat.Mr White had some friends over and went to downtown and to the airport to pick up some more friends. Actually I also wanted to go to Little Havanna. Didn’t make it though. I guess I’m gonna wait till I see the real Cuba.
Anyhow, after a while I managed to leave the hostel and walked again around South Beach. I went to the Miami Ink. tattoo studio just to check out how much it is. I had a good idea for a small tattoo. It was not like that I wanted it like really badly but it would be nice to get it. And as Miami Ink. is very famous I thought I’ll give it a try.
I passed by the studio on my first day but it was still closed. This time it was opened and I stepped inside. The first thing that caught my eye was that the chair, in which you’re getting your tattoo, is standing right in the middle of the studio. Everywhere I’ve been so far it was in an extra room or at least had a curtain so nobody will stare at you when you get your schlong pimped up.
As I can’t receive the channel which broadcasts Miami Ink. in Germany I had actually now idea what it was and how it worked. I guess just like every other tattoo parlor just with famous people. And also don’t know if that guy at the desk always talked liked that or just was sick but he sounded like he was at screamo competition the night before. I had to ask him to repeat everything like three times. I told him about my idea and he said that every tattoo starts at $ 200 plus the time that is needed to hurt you.
“Oh yeah I’m gonna think about it” – the universal code for “that’s way to fucking expensive, but I don’t wanna be rude”
I’m not sure if he understood me as there were also other people so I took the chance and just left.
On my way back I thought, ok I don’t really need that. Would’ve been nice but I don’t mind. So if you ever walked around South Beach you realize there is one thing more sand on the beach: tattoo studios. Just walk down Washington and you’ll come along about one hundred, not counting those in the side streets. So I asked around how much it would be in other ones. The cheapest I found was for $ 100 which is less than 50 % at Miami Ink. So I had it made there. You’re wondering what I got this time? Well you can guess a little longer as I’m not going to tell or post a picture. Those of you who saw it last night can consider yourself lucky.
In a year when I’m back home and you’ll see it I’ll be like “oh yeah, I have that for quite a while”. Haha. Take this suckers.
As it is the third one on that side it didn’t really hurt much anymore and Lou, the tattoo artist, was finished like after 15 minutes. Like I said it’s just a small one representing South Beach in Miami.
After that I got myself a beer and laid back to the pool until my – let’s call it – appointment with Mr White was due. 9 pm – the perfect time to get the party started.
It was the perfect size of a group of six people: there was me and Mr White, Joe, who I think Mr White met in a shop where he used to molest the customers back in Georgia, Joe’s coworker Timmy, a really cool dude, Joe’s boyfriend Yoav and Maria from Mexico who, I’m not sure I forgot, maybe met them at a Latino dance off. I don't know. Anyhow, six people I think are perfect for going out and have some fun. Mr White managed to get us some free tickets for a deep house club where we were going first.
But before that a little bit of planning at the White House. Everybody got dressed, Mr White shared like all of his accessories with us and Maria dressed herself muy guapa. We had a couple of beers until Mr White popped out some pills, MDMA, for those of you who don’t know what it is, don’t ask me I don’t know it either. But it’s like a purer version of ecstasy. For the usual nights at the bar with your friends it’s definitely wrong but this was meant to be a big night and as I don’t like that kind of music it might have made me enjoy it a little bit more. And so it was.
But from the beginning: we went to that deep house club to have some beers and dance a little bit. Well, the other danced I desperately tried not to break a sweat in those clubs. And as Mr White is another white (haha) person so he didn’t dance either. Which I felt very calming. First time on MDMA on a city I’ve never been partying it was a nice do of his to stick around my side. Here I want to thank you again also thank you Maria for keeping an eye on me. That sounds like I ended up once more completely wasted but no, that’s not what happened.
The plan was to have a beer in that club and then go to Icon which is one of the hottest clubs in Miami but expensive as hell so we just wanted to go there so everybody can see it and than continue our night out. The deep house was so good, though, we decided to skip Icon and stay here a little bit longer. Which was great because there was a lady with long black hair dancing. In the dark I couldn’t really see her face but she was gorgeous. The reason I mention this is that the dress she was wearing was one of the most beautiful dresses I’ve seen. It might have been the drugs. Pretty much I guess. It was a blue dress with spaghetti straps and fringes. For the little extra it had some rhinestones which made it look a-m-azing. Together with the long, straight black hair she had the outfit was set.
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| Shark-shaped disco ball – dafuq |
I don’t know for how long I was sitting on the bench – the name of the event was “do not sit on the bench” but there is nothing to tell Tommy Ready what to do and what not. Mr White to the right and Maria to the left, I was enjoying the moment. Mr White told me to keep drinking water to stay hydrated but as American beer is like German water I kept on drinking that. Eventually I drank only water for the rest of the night. I think in total I had maybe twelve beers so it’s not that much.
We left and went along Ocean Drive to go into a rooftop bar with an amazing view.
Funny though is that the line for the elevator was longer than the line for the toilets. We weren’t there for a long time and went to a club called “Twist”.Now Twist is a really cool club. It’s like a little maze with several different rooms where they play different music in all of them. Latin, House, Rap, Techno and what not. The really cool thing is when you’re in one of those rooms you don’t hear the music from the other areas. There should be more clubs like that.
Eventually we went back to the Deep House Club which name I still don’t remember as this was the coolest. And at that place it was perfect. It was the perfect amount of people so you could dance without rushing into other people all the time.
I had really cool conversations with all of them. You got to know Joe, Timmy and Yoav are gay. Joe and Yoav are a couple as I already said and we talked about how they became gay or better said when they found out about it. They are three guys and everybody had a different story. That’s really interesting. I’m not gonna tell each of them out of privacy reasons.
At some point that night we had the glorious idea to watch the sun rise at the beach which turned out to be hell for me as I was so fucking tired in the end and just wanted to sleep. But I made it and I’m really glad for that. The only problem was that the club closed at 5am and the sun wasn’t to rise till 6.30-ish am. So we had a gap of one and half hours to spend. This is when we went back to the White House for a round of Cards Against Humanity. First time for me playing it. It’s really fucked up and disgusting especially when you play it with such crazy guys. But it’s hilarious as hell.
It didn’t take long for Mr White to fall asleep and chop down some trees.
The time had passed and we reached the beach on time. Everybody, or maybe that’s my impression, was done for the day but no one wanted to miss this little miracle.
BUT that wasn’t the only beautiful thing that morning.
Maria, Joe, Yoav and I were sitting while Timmy and Mr White were randomly walking around making a million of pictures when Joe stood up. He asked Yoav to also stand up as if he wanted a nice picture of them two in front of the sunrise. Huh, romance was in the air.
Yoav, tired as hell, didn’t want to stand up. I totally felt with him at that moment. Joe wanted him to get up.
“Why?”
– “I want to ask you something.”
“There answer is no.”
Here I was a little sexist thinking he wanted to ask him for a little “exercise” at the beach.
In the end he stood up and Joe took his hand looking him deeply in the eyes. He said all those things you say in that moment. I don’t want to devaluate it right now but it is how those things are.
“We talked a lot about this and I want to ask you right now”… he grabs in his pocket, pulled out a tiny bag – he was really nervous you could clearly tell – he went down to his knees and said those magical words I hope I will say one time as well: “Will you marry me?”
I was so incredibly excited about it. I grabbed Maria’s arm and squeezed it – sorry if I hurt you but that were just my emotions.
I’ve known those people for not even a day and I was so happy for them. I don’t mind if I sound gay right now but as it is a gay proposal that’s totally fine. It was a really great proposal. The beach, the sunrise, good friends, a beautiful ring. I was breathless for a moment.
Apparently Mr White and Timmy knew about as they filmed all this.
Here’s the kicker: Yoav is from South America, Joe doesn’t speak Spanish but just for this he learned a little bit of Spanish or more specific one phrase to ask Yoav’s mother in Spanish for their blessing. And people keep saying romance is dead.
Group hugs for everyone.
When I met Yoav he said he is one of those guys that are really shy and introverted and don’t say much but as soon as you get to know him better he won’t stop talking. I believed him, I mean why should he lie?
But at this very moment he was standing there, not being able to say anything, a tear running down his cheek.
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| The man himself |
I’m a little bit afraid that I ruined the video they made during the proposal by saying “Oh this so cool” but I had the urge of stating my feelings. If that ruined it I’m really sorry. If not you’re welcome.
After sitting there and celebrating for a little more it was time for me to go back to the hostel to try to get at least a little bit of sleep.
I can say that was by far the greatest night I had. There was everything: fun, amazing people, beautiful places and time for a love story. Life does set you up with great stories. And all that thanks to Señor Miguel Blanco. A guy as slick as he looks.
This morning, around 3 pm, when we met again for breakfast I asked them if they were still happy in their marriage and they were. I truly wish the best for you guys and thanks again for letting me being part of this.
Little extra: I wrote this entry at the pool in my hostel listening to really nice music and a cigarette. There is a guy right across of me, as black as my soul probably, tanning. I mean why is he tanning? Is he trying to reach the “sun bleached” status? A little bit of racism no one harmed.
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