I'm in Miami, B

As usual, I always find a way to go from lounging to high speed in less time than it takes to get a spray tan. Most of the time I don't even see it coming. All of a sudden there are paintings to paint, a show to hang, an upcoming grant deadline (that I've known about for months and haven't touched), and a new weekly column that I will be writing for Charm City Now (I'll let you know when the first post happens, I'll be writing it tomorrow). Some might hate to go from poolside to work overload, but it's something I thrive on. It lessens the blow of going from beach to Baltimore. Big time.

As a farewell to lounge life (at least for 3 more weeks until I head back to the beach <-- hard life) I spent the last week in Miami. I got tanned (freckled), burned, bruised, made friends and spent a little time with my family. I learned that I HAVE to get a Brazilian straightening treatment before my next visit (my hair loved Vegas...I cannot say the same for Miami), that I love the pool at the Raleigh, and that one can get a whole summer wardrobe at a cheesy boardwalk shop on South Beach (my purchases include, but are not limited to, these tiny tank tops: YOLO, Sexy And I Know It, and I Survived Spring Break Miami Beach 2012. They will be great jokes on my body in Baltimore.)

For this post I've decided to switch things up and use only my Instagram pics and tweets from BWI to MIA to narrate my vacation. Jeebus help you if you already follow me on all of of these. Also, keep in mind that A)a lot of alcohol was happening, B)there are whole segments that were completely left out when I was having a lot of fun (I can't document everything), C)sometimes I'm a little obnoxious (I know), and D)Obvi, not all of these photos actually go with the texts, but hopefully you figured that out.

xo, enjoy the show.

besos,

-Fitz 

Text: Adios Baltimore

Text: I'm in Miami B

Text: Kate and a cocktail

Text: Miami makes everything skinnier

Text: Aunt Erin and Maddie do Miami and we love aviators

Text: I'm at the Miami v Nats game in Miami. Who do I root for?

Text: My niece is mesmerized by the toplessness on this beach

Text: I just bought my whole summer wardrobe at a South Beach souvenir shop

Text: "are those my drink tickets? no that's a splenda" -me

***NOTE*** I was running out of photos. This didn't happen in Miami. You have already probably seen it on my Facebook, whatevs. Also, IMPORTANT: Joe's tattoo is (specifically) the 1985 Barbie horse.

Text: LOL at the mom w/ the anch tattoo

Text: Let me through. I'm carrying a big glass of red and I'm wearing all white

Text: I'm getting so fat sitting outside of this little bistro. Somebody stop me. #roselife

Text: I can't take a photo that does this Miami butt justice, but it brings a tear to a girl's eye

Text: Everything is so weird and I haven't even really gone out yet

Text: I mean there is a NASA rocket scientist doing the electric slide on the bar right now and my dad's coworker is rapping

Text: LOL at my dad's work friend who is trying to take a photo of the bartender w a butt like Ice T's Coco

Text: My sister is talking about skydiving. I'm talking about going to parties w strange boys in bad neighborhoods #extremesports 

Text: Getting a sunburn is so pedestrian. Somebody slap me.

Text: As he climbed in2 the front seat, my dad said to the cab driver "I don't want 2 sit on your banana" it was a very that's what she said moment

Text: Adios, Miami. I had fun. See you again sometime.