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Me and Teebs took off on Tuesday, anticipating a fun weekend and some warm weather. It is easier to be better weather than Boston but we never imagined the 35ºC (we don’t do Fahrenheit) that would greet us. If you think landing at midnight would deter us from enjoying the first night in Miami, you are wrong. The impeccable sound system in the room lead the way for a quick make up and no later than 1.30 we were at Mansion. We met Teeba’s friends and had one of the most fun nights in a long time… Pictures? Not available, hehe

We started our tanning mission on Friday and we had no clue where the announced storms were. We kept the warm up for the weekend and had a (too) expensive dinner at Forge, thinking the restaurant would turn out in a club. It never did so we ended up at Mint, another one in Teeba’s endless list of clubs we were supposed to visit in our 5 nights in Miami

The girls arrived Saturday and that is when my trip diary is interrupted by big blanks. I am not allowed to tell anything that happened there, only that we had great fun for another two days and nights and hope we gave Shilpa a great start for the rest of her life. The girls left Monday but we stayed strong for another day on the beach and refused going back to (apparently sunny) Boston for another day. That gave us one more night to try one more club, Beds. And one more night to have dinner outside and suddenly be attacked by a huge storm threatening to soak our pasta. We had a great time and came back better friends than ever!

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