I have returned!
I shirked my blogging duty in Miami this time around because...well, because I was just too lazy to do it. I was on vacation after all. The weather wasn't the hottest and the Summit wasn't as cool this time around, but in terms of good times and relaxation, it was tops.
The trip started off "fun" as Farmer and I went out boozing the night before my 8:30 am flight. I, being me, had left most of the packing and stuff of that nature until the last minute, so I got to have a delightful mostly drunken allnighter session of getting my shit together before heading off to the airport with no sleep and general muddled idiocy. I discovered in my journey that AirTrain takes Metrocards...but not unlimited ones and now hate the confusing ass Atlanta airport that used up my 40 minute layover just trying to find out where the fuck I was supposed to be. The Miami hotel was kinda budget, but that pool and oceanview with a pretty decent sized room was totally fucking worth it. I dragged my exhausted ass across Miami Beach to a party featuring Prefuse and friends -- very heavy on the friends -- DJing and was that girl at the party barely fighting the urge to nod off in the corner. I finally gave myself a break and went back to my room after a while.
Every other day is a blur. I boozed, I danced, I laughed, I chilled with friends, walked around, chatted with randoms, had fun, and looked forward to summer in the city when I could wander around in my flips on my home turf. I really thought M3 was terrible this year. Too scattered, sound not so great, acts not so inspiring. The better performances: Jamie Lidell (though he said after the set to the dude standing next to Alafairnadia and I that he was rubbish, he was pretty stoked when we were like "you were awesome! We can't wait until your Southpaw show!"), Curumin, J'Davey (even if the chick's voice got on my nerves), Vitalic (yay techno!), She Wants Revenge (just on stage presence alone -- singer dude is totally the Prince and Robert Smith lovechild), Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, Bugz In Da Attic, and The National Trust. I missed a lot of acts I would've like to see because the presentation was just fucking boring for most of it and I would just wander off. Better luck next year. The most fun was random ass parties either in West Bumblefuck or with spring breaker randoms where the music was just fun to dance to and I did until my knees ached. Good times, even though the weather kinda sucked (75 with a breeze is not that hot really...I wanted to fry!), UPS is fucking incompetant (8 days for an overnight package...good job!), and Farmer, house- and kittysitting, kept calling me with things going wrong to stress me out.
The best part to me was coming home after all that to finally be done with my month of leisure and back to the working world. All Brooklyn, all the time for me now. Farmer's actually living with Ant and I for the moment, which is kinda amusing and surreal. We're cleaning together and making dinner and shit. It makes laugh because I think, "didn't I used to hate his guts? And now we're friends?! Weird..." Times change and kids grow up. Or something. Here's to a good spring regardless.
Posted by Candicissima at March 30, 2006 12:04 AM