I definetely over did the partying this year for the honor of my 30 years in this world. I love bdays! I always thought I would have a spectacular 30th bday party and I certainly did. Only I wished the whole time that I was in Istanbul with my friends and family!
Celebrations started a couple of days earlier, 31st of march, Peggy threw a party for me at her incredible loft. I searched for some long lost friends (liron) and the party included some college friends, two ex-boyfriends, some ex-coworkers and neighbors, and my girls (and lots of good food and booze).
3 days later on my actual birthday, I went out to dinner with Sahnet, Peggy, and one of my mothers best friends. New Yorks best turkish restaurant, Turkish Kitchen was our choice for the night and lots of good conversation accompanied our turkish feast.
I left New York for Miami once again. Hoping that the next time it would only be with a small suitcase and for the occasion of celebrating my Brothers 30th bday! I started to hate travelling like this: a suitcase full of stuff that I have to shlep accross the world because I do need it, that is my house! I was lucky that Sahnet and Yvonne decided to join me for a couple of days in Miami--it was the easter break--so we shared my misery among us. My brother picked us up late friday night and we decided to stay in. Next night was my "30 is the New Red" dinner party organized by Chantal who I have not seen for 5 months!
I spent most of the Saturday at a Yoga workshop with her, meanwhile Feyzi took the girls to SOuth Beach for some sightseeing and swimming. New Yorkers were chochas, it is always great to leave NY when it is cold and find oneself at Miami beach sweating! We met up and went home to finish our prep for the night. Chantal told all the invitees that they have to wear somehting red to dinner. Little Havanas Best: La Carreta! I was dying to eat some cuban food, and mojitos for a long while and my wish was granted. My dear Miamian friends Tom and Jose, CHanti and her cousin AnamArgaret, yoga teacher who gave the workshop that day, My clan and Feyzis friend Feyza. All in red, all mojitoed out and happy! Group separeted after dinner and us four hit the road for some SoBe partying.
Feyzis best friend Nikki, model-bartender (or bartender-model) works at a glam latin club on Lincoln Road so we usually go there everytime I am in Miami for the last year. He picked us up at the door, and we immediately started dancing and joining the latins from all around the continent singing along. Feyzi soon met a chick and left us and we left him a bit later to sleep around dawn and wake up early enough to hit the beach.
The weather has been great the whole time when the girls were there, except maybe an afternoon when we shopped all we could! Their last day was amazing though because Tom and Jose invited all of us for a boat trip around the island they lived!
We prepared a picnic pack and lots of wine and went to the Venetian Island where the boys are renovating their already amazing house to make it even more amazing. They showed us around and then we jumped into the boat and take off for one of the best trips I have taken in Miami! Miami from the water is a totally different Miami. We toured around the private islands of Miami beach, constructed by mr. (will check name) in the 20s! Almost all the houses we saw were state of the architecture of the era. Their lives are so distinct to 90 percent of the MIamians who have to go through highways and roads to get somewhere! Having a waterfront property means liberty in my opinion. Liberty to leave whenever you want! check out please!
After a great week in Miami and so many amazing parties, I have so little urge to go back to Buenos Aires nor Montevideo. I know I have to go back and finish some projects, close my apartment, work, get better. My feet are almost walking back at the airport.I almost pick a fight with the check in woman from AA, she is so slow, but I am not in a hurry, yet I am annoyed by her slowness.
I am on the plane, shitty movies, shitty food. I am feeling blue.
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