Miss. 305

For 48 hours.

Sorry this is a day late, I unfortunately could not write on my flight home due to some sketchy wifi and a spotty stream of The Oscars. I got a few people who reached out inquiring about where the blog was, which made my heart grow three sizes <3.

This weekend, I spent a total of two days in Miami. I was thrilled to get out of the cold (until it reached 60 degrees in Manhattan right before I left), eat some good food, and sip piña coladas by the pool all day long. I haven’t been on a vacation in quite some time, and ya girl needed it!

I’ll cut to the chase—my Khy set did not arrive in time. I have fantasized about buying a piece from Khy for purposes re: the blog for a while now, and thought Miami was the perfect time. I bought with many days to spare, so this one is on Kylie Jenner. It’s being returned as we speak without me even having opened the package.

Without my Khy set, I decided to not succumb to the pressure of buying something else, and got crafty with my closet. I was inspired by last week’s blog to rewear something I hadn’t worn in around a year—a vintage Norma Kamali one-shoulder midi dress I got from Chickee’s (now Sorbara’s) in Williamsburg, along with a Realisation Par dress I got for my birthday two years ago, and some swimsuits from Aerie that ended up being fantastic. Here’s the white, and here’s the black linked for you.

On Friday, we landed and went straight to the pool in our travel clothes after battling for an hour at Uber pickup. We were next to some frat brothers from a [redacted] southern school who had just arrived in hopes of a magical spring break—but I guess no one informed them of South Beach’s curfew. I listened to them work logistics out on speakerphone with people I assume are their girlfriends, and hope they had a beautiful weekend.

I had approximately two piña coladas before we headed to an early dinner at Casa Tua in the aforementioned Realisation Par pink dress. I highly recommend—it’s impossible to get into the one that opened on the Upper East Side, but I imagine this one is way more vibey with the beautiful outdoor seating and incredible service. I retired to bed at 9 p.m., and got ten hours of uninterrupted, blissful sleep.

The next morning, we woke up bright and early for a four-mile beach walk on Miami’s beautiful paved beach walkway. I love waking up early on vacation because mornings in tropical places are so beautiful, and I wanted to get some steps in. Afterwards, we spent the remaining rest of the day by the pool, ordering drinks and waterside chicken tenders. I read an entire book (Just For The Summer), and snoozed for a second before we enjoyed complimentary champagne in the lobby, and headed off to Joe’s Stone Crab.

I realized that what I had booked was not a reservation, but an advanced spot on their waiting list. We waited at the lively bar for about a half hour before our table was ready, where I enjoyed a filthy martini with blue cheese olives. I was in heaven.

This week has taught me to wait for a table at restaurants. My friends and I tried to go to The Lions Bar on Saturday, where they told us it would be around two hours. Two hours ended up being thirty minutes. The same thing happened the next day at American Bar, where the wait time at 1 p.m. was only about an hour. I would wait to eat my chopped salad until 2, why not? What else do I have going on? An hour with a friend and a phone is really just 20 minutes.

Our last day was spent again with another long walk, poolside lounging, and complete with a massage before I had to enter the gates of hell of the Fort Lauderdale Airport during the inception of spring break.

I gave Miami a bad rap. I’ve actually only been one other time, and it was fabulous, so I’m not sure why I was so against it. I hate clubbing, but no one is forcing me to. I hate the heat, which is probably the main reason, but a little heat is nice for just a few days. I think I particularly enjoyed this vacation because I truly couldn’t tell where I was since I barely left the hotel, and it felt just like another poolside vacay.

One thing I really love about Miami is the architecture. I didn’t realize it until now honestly, but the art deco buildings and seaside hotels spoke to me. What also spoke to me are the thousands of surf shops and bikini bodegas littered along Collins and Washington Ave that seem like no one has been inside but 1990, but still stand proudly. What goes on in there? I should’ve investigated for us, but alas, I was too scared.

I also realized that Florida is really easy to get to from New York. Many of you may now be saying DUH Olivia, but seriously, the travel was almost too easy. I suppose many people have taken advantage of this in strides, residing anywhere from Palm Beach all the way down to Miami, but the fifteen minute taxi ride home from LaGuardia was the kiss that sealed it for me.

I’ll be fantasizing about my next vacation since I landed in NYC. The twenty degree day today didn’t help that one bit. I just tried my first dazzle dry manicure, so updates to come on how it shaped up next week. I’m behind on T.V. viewing, I need to finish the latest episodes of Love Is Blind, The White Lotus, and start the new Kate Hudson show, Running Point. The next book I’m reading is Ask Not: The Kennedys and the Women They Destroyed. I’ve been reading nonstop cowboy romances, so it’s time to switch off and read something of substance.

Speaking of substance, I’m really happy for Mikey Madison, but also sad for Demi Moore at the same time. At least a true diva won, and that’s all we can ask for really. I truly would’ve done anything to see Timmy win in front of Kylie, but as somebody who was not Bob Dylan once said, you can’t always get what you want. My best dressed of the night goes to Emma Stone, I’m really living for her pixie, and she always kills it.

How do they hand out invites to the Vanity Fair Oscar Party, the world may truly never know. But my best dressed there goes to Zoe Kravitz. Two very predictable gals for me to love, and what can I say, I’m obsessed with some exposed cheek! Now that’s a party dress! Do you guys think she’s actually dating Noah Centineo? I’m scared.

That about sums up the last 7 days of my life. I’ll see you all again after I get my money back from Kylie Jenner.