Miami. Ugh, Beach Please.

Let me paint the picture for you: I had just turned 40—yes, forty—that glorious age where your knees make more noise than your bed frame at 20 and you have to Google “is this mole new or have I just never paid attention?” So naturally, I decided to launch myself into a hot, chaotic whirlwind of delusion called Miami. The plan? Ring in a new decade with fun in the sun, drinks, food, friends, views, tans, and possibly herpes (kidding…unless).

My friend Jeannette and her husband Chris jumped on the trip last minute, and from there we were off!