Its a lazy Sunday....

....I am examining my captain’s log from this weekend. I have received favorable feedback about the blog thus far. I added a subscribe link on the side so I don’t have to forward it to 30 people each time. You know you wanna…just click it. Add me to your inbox.

To Do List
Run run run, do not walk to Pacific Time. The restaurant occupies the old District space, which if you remember has a spacious inside and outside area. The restaurant is absolutely beautiful complete with an open kitchen and chic bar area. Service: impeccable. Food: unbelievable. Bartenders: on top of their game. Its perfect for those of you who have ADD (my current affliction) because the menu has a “small plates” section where you can order up one of everything in case you can’t make up your mind. The sweet and sour shrimp is a new take on the rock shrimp idea but lighter and fluffier, a pillow if you will. And it swims not sinks in a lovely spicy sauce with a whisper of tang and teriyaki. And as you recall from a previous post, our very fav from Purdy, Ben, is the GM. He greets you at the door wearing a suit, lookin all stylish and wonders…wow…I haven’t seen these girls at 9pm in my whole life. Ah, yes we miss you at Purdy but wish you all the best success at your new jaunt (that’s French for joint I think). We will be visiting again for happy hour very soon.

The Ganesvoort Hotel was certainly a site last night. There was one of everybody at the Brazilian event. The rooftop bar is a great, chill place to hangout and the breeze makes those hot Miami nights a bit more tolerable. Word on the street is that the cabanas that line the perimeter of the pool are not for sale (read: $500 liqour bottles) and are actually on a first come, first serve basis. Set up camp early people. And its especially interesting late night when the tourists from the square states who are staying at the hotel are wasted and wanting to mingle. They haven't been up at 3am in their whole life. They are used to the familiar "last call" which we we here in MIA have never ever heard. For those of you who have never heard it, its the moment right about 1:45am when the bartender screams, last call and everyone scrambles to the bar to get the one last cocktail that takes them on the bridge from normality to abnormality. But wait, it gets better, they turn on the lights. Thats the moment when you scream because the person you are talking to looks nothing like you imagined. Then....here and there you do run into a local hot Italian talking about ravioli and it makes the whole evening worth it. Beware: the valet is a Julyer. They say its $16.00 for an event but they mean that they are going to charge you $25.00 when you pick up your car. We here at haute-in-the-city are going to put that in the file. Julyers.

For those of you who do not know what July is, its our new favorite word. Its Mexican ebonics for a liar. I will use it in a sentence: You said you were going to the grocery store to buy some beans, but July, Julyer.

OK lets talk what’s on the menu for this week. Your blogger needs to take a break from going out because although she does do it a lot, it is not her full time job. And although the blog has become her passion, it don’t pay the bills. So, I will guide you on your week’s events but don’t expect me to be there. But please, please please send me anything exciting that occurs. We need material for the “recap” section. That section don’t write itself you know.

Let’s get this party started right…..lets get this party started quickly….right

Monday

Yup, how better to stave off the weekday blues then to hit it up for half off cocktails at the Biltmore Hotel. The party starts at 6p. And what a better way to start off the week, poolside at a hotel where everyone kisses your ass.

Mercedes Benz Fashion Show is going on with parties all over the beach. Again…anorexic bitches in bikinis and no free drinks. Skip it unless someone invites you.

Reggae night at Purdy. This is the only place in SoBe that has a great live reggae band. If you can stay up until 11pm to watch them, its worth it. I think there's a special on Red Stripes and blunts all night.

Recap

Today’s recap section is very extensive. There have been many goings ons that have required me to catalog and write about. Here goes, lets start off with the simple.

• Y’all (nuff said)
• My bra-cket is sweating
• Joe get out your navigation pack and smell us out of here
• Yoda? Wait that question was on my test. Oh yeah I heard about yoda….he’s like the Dalai Lama. Um no, he’s like the 200 year old midget from Star Wars
• Here comes trouble…Yes, I took in the crack addict
• Is this your wedding dress? No this is the dress Lindsey Lohan wore to a premier, its Jill Stuart. Yeah, this guy will buy me a white dress but he won’t marry me (champagne bottle pops…he’s like, that’s right bitch). Blogger’s note: You shouldn’t name drop Lindsey Loho, not her dress, not her lifestyle, nothing. Save it for the pro’s: People Mag.
• I love Jake Jyllenhall. He plays the piano nice. But man, first you see him in Jarhead and then he’s a gay cowboy.
• People…anything you say can and will be used on the blog.
• Joe stop it, no other joe
• Am I going to have to be a pearl picker upper?
• That sink sounds like that one guy……rrrrrooooar. From star wars..Chewbaka?
• I thought you looked especially bootylicious today