No Go.

My bag was already packed and I could just about hear Will Smith’s “Welcome to Miami” playing in my head. Party plans were made, tickets were paid for and shit was hyped. And then I realized something fatal…. my passport was nowhere to be found. I am not usually the type of person to lose this kind of thing, having traveled extensively since a young age. I don’t mean to point fingers but I am skeptical that the cleaning ladies snatched it for some unknown reason last time they were here. Anyways… I called to cancel my flight in time to be credited with a voucher for the cost of my ticket… so whenever my new passport comes I will be heading down for the weekend. Hopefully this will take place during the Winter Music Conference… stay tuned.

Me on South Beach Previously.

Now… what to do with my weekend?