Florida Nights

I remember stepping off the plane.  The plane ride had been filled with screaming children, Xander and Cassia(A book I was reading), a drunk housewife next to me shooting back coke and Bacardi, but none the less, as the landing strips appeared beneath us, i realized I had made it. But I remember the feeling of stepping off the plane. I had friend butterflies. I couldn't wait to see her. She said it was cold, but it felt amazing. I could wear flip flops after all. She made me laugh, because she was all layered up in winter gear. She always makes me laugh. We were starving so we went to the hulk hogans restaurant, and felt so out of place. It was like we had entered the jersey shore. Juicehead gorillas everywhere. Yes I watched the jersey shore... embarrassing. So we went to Bahama Breeze instead. . It was so wonderful, just what you would expect of a beachy restaurant. I loved it so much. Our waiter was puerto rican, which I instantly recognized, due to the fact that he looked like he was one of my cousins. His name was Christian. I was introduced to new friends, I love new people, we sat together, we laughed together. There were cheese grits, which if anyone knows me at all, they know that makes any occasion awesome. There was Miami vice, my new favorite drink, i'm sure. And there were coffee entrepreneurs, which in case anyone is curious, we actually were trying to say connoisseurs, but somehow the phrasing was all messed up. Kind of the way she said, on the brisk, instead of on the cusp. Some of these stories may be uneventful to the reader, but the me, I see a perfect, crisp, Florida evening with great people, and that is a story worth telling.