So us 3 gals, decided to head on down to Miami for a few days of R & R pre-wedding. Not quite my bachelorette per say, as I did that a few months back with all my ladies, but more of a fun in the sun kinda thing.
We took the 8pm flight Wednesday night and landed in a wall of delicious humidity.
Fortunately, we were able to spend a few days at the home of my future in laws and max and relax on the beach there.
I wore shorts. Epically important. See why here.
Thursday night we were treated to an incredible dinner at Joe's. See this blog post for more deets on this historic gem. We waited 3 minutes this time. Thank you Rho. Danielle's first time. Although allergic to shellfish, she did enjoy the world famous chicken and all the other incredible sides.
No trip to Miami is complete without a visit to Miami Juice. It was my first time. Yes, it too is all it is cracked up to be. Delicious freshness coupled with incredible people watching.
Friday night, Danielle selected Ceccone's for us. This is a restaurant located in the Soho Beach House, literally nestled just behind the Fontainebleau (pronounced Fontain-blo).
The restaurant itself was gorgeous. Outdoor terrasse style, sparkly lights and trees adorning every corner. The food was quite good. Not incredible but good. Beef tartare, meatballs, seared tuna salad, buffalo mozzarella pizza, a New York strip, and a spaghetti and cherry tomato pasta.
We were hungry. We were also chatted up by some lovely gentlemen from London, on a business trip entertaining clients, who, amazingly picked up our tab. No strings, swear. Cheers!
Then we spotted a crew of 3 other Canadians who looked very familiar! Martin Short, Paul Shaffer and Eugene Levy were dining next to us. It was Martin Short's birthday on the 26th, as well as mine. I was forced to go over and tell him we share a birthday and of course die from the humiliation of asking for a picture. You are always happy afterwards that you asked. And we were.
Quite a way to ring in my 25th birthday. But it got better. On our way out, the 3 amigos stopped in the lobby and Paul Shaffer sat down at the Baby Grand and Martin Short proceeded to regale us with 2 songs. There were about 6 people total watching. INCREDIBLE. Fly ME to the moon. Wow. We were blown away. What an incredible treat and what incredible luck. Free dinner and a show!
A little dark, as this was a covert op.
Saturday morning, we woke and packed up our Dodge Charger and headed south. My dear friends surprised me with a night at the Fontainebleau. I didn't think this trip could get any better. But better it did.
This looks like a pic taken from the website non? Non. MJS Photography in fact. (Melanie Joy Schwam)
If you haven't been, this is the way I feel that I can best describe this joint. To begin, you must know that there was a electronic music festival going on called 'Ultra'. This basically means that there were many more people than usual at this resort and they were all mostly on drugs and wearing a lot of 80's fluorescents. So the FB was a Vegas-esque ginormous rave for the 2 days that we were there.
The people watching was INSANE. I was in heaven.
Walking into one of the 12 lobby's to check in, I walked past Samantha Ronson who totally checked me out. (Lindsay Lohan's ex). I mean I was wearing my Spring Break 2011 t-shirt, sooooo I looked goooooooood ;)
The day unfolded at one of the many pools, people watching mania, and insanely gorgeous weather.
A perfect birthday. Coupled with a bottle of champagne and strawberries sent by my matrons of honour and a stunning bouquet of flowers from my love.
Timer!
Saturday night dinner at Hakkasan- haute Chinois/modern Cantonese cuisine. Yummmmmmm.
Followed by a rooftop photoshoot. Obv. Gotta take advantage of good lighting when you see it.
Unfortunately we paid for our own dinner. :)
Bottle of Sake from the in-laws and dessert from Adam and Lauren Bultz! Merci!
Then, Liv (the club in the Fontainebleau). We wanted in. We wanted to go clubbin. We called the concierge to ask what the situation was if we were guests of the hotel and wanted to get into Liv. They said that that it would cost us $250 a person IF there where tickets left. Ok! Crap.
We walked into the lobby of the FB and there were, no joke, over 500 people clamoring to get in.
As Montrealers, we don't wait in line. That's preposterous. But then how to get in?
At one point, I noticed a fella checking out Melanie 'Annie Lebowitz' Schwam. So, obviously I initiated the conversation and asked him directly if he liked what he saw.
He said yes.
Obviously.
Then Melanie proceeded to be harangued by this guy for about 30 or so minutes. He did promise that he was a VIP and that he could get us in no prob. So we didn't let Melanie tell him off. We needed this vile creature.
After he demanded to see Melanie's feet and hearing about her doctor boyfriend, we had had enough. We told 'Sebastian' that either we walk or he walks us in. First attempt- walks us into the club through some backdoor corridor and upon entry we were greeted by many unhappy looking bouncers who may or may not have been packing heat. They turned us right around.
We thought that was it.
Then he walked us around to the front, we somehow cut through the line and walked right in! For free! Actually free! He left us as soon as we walked in. Score!!!!
Then, y'know, clubbin stuff.
Then a surprise performance by Diddy and the other black guy from the Black Eyed Peas. Anyone know his name?
Fun night. Amazing birthday. Amazing.
Sunday- rough wake up.
Another sick day- weather wise. More crazy people watching.
This guy, we call him Miami Jeff, gave us his cabana when he and his friends left to hit rave #4. Niiiiiiiice.
Then Jamie Foxx. Then McLovin.
All in all, a sick trip. Thank you M & D. Love you so much. Shout out to all my other maids and matrons who we missed terribly. But our last Sobe trip friggin rocked too.
14 days till the wedding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM the luckiest girl in the world.
www.jeffandliana.com
:)
(Jeff says I need to mention him in every post. Jeff. Love you. Good enough dear?)
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