Sunrise on a New Year

Don't ask me how I was up early enough to walk to Ocean Drive to watch the sunrise this morning; this is a shot from The Palace's patio. I guess not drinking cocktails out of glass slippers all night long helps, as does being just very content, relaxed, and happy.

We are enjoying dry air and warm temperatures this week. It was odd to be dining outdoors at 10pm last night and listening to people complaining about being "hot". This afternoon it was indeed warm enough to make me turn on the A/C; KiKi is out by the pool sipping a Bacardi CoCo and I'm picking out something very light to wear upon my return to the festivities at The Palace because it IS hot today, and The Countess can't be a sweaty mess when she greets Jeremy and his men.

The crowds on South Beach have been overwhelming all week, enough for the police to have halted traffic coming from the mainland (we hate those people anyway). The hotels on either side of us charged $1000 per person for New Years Eve dinner (we charged $49 and were sold out an hour after the ad in The Wire came out.) I'm not a miserly person, but for $1000 I would expect a solid silver noise maker and a blow job, and we were offering the latter for free anyway.