Miami's finally quiet and I'm out on the balcony with nowhere to be for hours. This shirt is the only thing I've got on and the breeze is not playing fair. You'd come find me out here, wouldn't you?
Miami's finally quiet and I'm out on the balcony with nowhere to be for hours. This shirt is the only thing I've got on and the breeze is not playing fair. You'd come find me out here, wouldn't you?
Masego just finished and I'm still buzzing — that bass is still running through me and I don't want to go home yet. You'd have lost your mind watching me move in this crowd all night.
Pulled up to see Inter Miami take on Club León and the whole place is already buzzing before kickoff. Something about a night match under the lights that makes me want to get into trouble. You'd be too busy watching me instead of the pitch though, wouldn't you?
The last day of the Balloon Museum and I almost missed it — these giant inflatables are ridiculous and I can't stop smiling. Bet you'd try to steal my spot though.
Marlins are down two but I'm not leaving this seat — day games at loanDepot are my favorite kind of trouble, everyone's too busy watching the field to notice what I'm doing in the stands. You'd be the one missing every pitch though, wouldn't you?
Little Haiti is about to be shaking tonight and I'm trying to figure out if this outfit says "I came to dance" or "I came to cause problems." Haven't decided which one yet. You want to pick for me?
Booked myself a spa afternoon for Miami Spa Months and I'm already melted into this table. The robe didn't survive past the first five minutes and nobody's even touched me yet — you volunteering?
Wynwood's got that energy again — murals lit up, music leaking out of every doorway, and I'm out here by myself just soaking it in. The art walk's not till Saturday but I never could wait for the crowd. You'd lose me in these streets though.
Miami Spice is back and I'm working my way through every sushi spot on the list — tuna tataki and cold sake, and I don't care who's watching me enjoy it. You'd be jealous of my table for one right now.
Got home from South Beach and my dress hit the floor before I even made it to the bedroom — Mondays in this city don't know how to quit, and neither do I. Tell me you wouldn't have followed me through that door.