Welcome to Miami

When someone wanted to get away in the seventies, they might've soaked in a warm bath with a capful of Calgon. Today, however, there are many more ways to relax, like hoping a plane to South Beach, for example.

Yes, to get away from the heat and humidity in NYC last week, I went to the even more hot and humid city of Miami Beach. Why? Well, a friend was there for business so I had a free hotel room on the beach, and I was hoping that a little sand, surf and sun would help melt some fat off my body.

But now I'm back. And (yes!) I'm five pounds lighter.

Kick. Butt.

You see, I travel quite a bit, but most of the time I do so for work-related things. Not to say that travling for work isn't fun, but a real, spontaneous getaway with no computer, cell phone, and BlackBerry was a long time coming.

I'd love to be able to tell you that my trip was wild and crazy, but it was pretty uneventful. My friend Mark and I stayed at The Sagamore, an all-suite hotel on the beach. For those of you who read Save Karyn, Mark is the same Mark from the book.

While Mark worked, I walked around South Beach sweating my arse off. When he was done working, the two of us walked around South Beach sweating our arses off. At night, we went out and sweated our arses off some more. Other than that, we did the usual—we went out to dinner (we hit up both Nobu & Ago—deeelish!), got massages, manicures and pedicures (well, at least I did), went shopping, etc. I bought two things on sale——the cotton kimono-style dress below at BCBG ($69——a steal!) and a sweater at Sisley ($29—even more of a steal!).

Here are some photos:

Mark's gay, so here he is sitting by the bed that we did not have sex in.

No, he's not posing, he's just normally gorgeous and is irritated because I'm taking too long getting ready. (Those are my flip flops in the bathroom.)

Here we are dining out.

Don't we make a cute couple?

Here we are dining out again.

Yes, we were both hittin' the sauce pretty heavily that evening. (And even then, I still couldn't get him to give me some lovin' when we got back to the hotel.)

Ladies, look at these eyes. Click on the pic, make it bigger.

No colored contacts there; they're the real thing.

Here I am trying to look sassy, but looking more like a _____. (Fill in the blank.)

Okay, so that's it. My boobies and I didn't fall off the Brooklyn Bridge, we were hanging around a gay and losing five pounds of water weight in South Florida.