After two strong Opa Locas (Absolute Vanilla, Starbucks Coffee Liquer, and cream), I was belly dancing on a table at Taverna Opa at Nikki Beach (that's just down Ocean Drive from South Beach).  My brother forgot the digital camera, but there were several cell phones with cameras so the moment is rather poorly documented.  Oh yeah, I'm a strange one when I'm drunk.

Today is my last full day in Miami, and I leave at 5:27 pm EST tomorrow.  I wish I had more time, but the time that I have spent here has been fun.  True, there was a lot of sitting around at my Dad's house (like yesterday, for example, when I was home alone from 9am until 5 pm). 

Hopefully this afternoon I can spend a couple of hours hanging out with Anibal, granted he actually calls me today.  I'm hoping so, because I want to really talk to him (20 minutes yesterday was not enough) but I am left with the rather interesting dillema of if we can leave the house or not.  I have no key nor the alarm code so basically that means that we go out and make my brother wait or not go out at all.

Decisions, decisions.