Sounds Easy Enough

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls - Khalil Gibran

Obviously

No guns 

No shootings 

Simple

Too Much Exposure

Very tanned at the moment. It fades fast though. Richard said you have to moisturise all the time to keep the colour. He works with models so he knows about stuff like that. One of his girls works for Victorias Secret - she is lovely but to me that company represents everything that is wrong with American sexuality. I walked in the store today actually to see if it was as bad a I remembered and it is WORSE. They are opening one in London soon so expect to see an onslaught of neon coloured push up bras and visible G-Strings in the West End this summer. The whole ethos of the store seems to be to convince women to smell like Tom Cats and dress like $10 hookers. Its strange what you see in Miami in terms of clothing or the lack of it. Almost every woman between 12 - 70 is in a tight t-shirt with a push up bra. People tend to wear the same clothing to go shopping as they do to go to beach. Its strangely unpleasant to see someone in a grocery store in a bikini top.

All Is Calm, All Is Bright

The beach was relatively safe this afternoon, the green flag means moderate currents and the purple means  jelly's are go. I have not been in the sea so far I would rather view it with suspicion from terra firma for now.

I walked up to the Northern Point of the beach today, it is much quieter in that direction. There was a wedding on the beach at about 6pm. Very odd, all these wedding planners nipping around like a Steve Martin movie. Then a string quarter trudged by, then a whole bunch of over dressed (for the beach at least) guests came and then the bride and a platoon of bridesmaids. Very odd at first I thought it was going to be a gay wedding because it looked so camp but actually they were all deadly serious and had a proper  Priest etc. Full wedding attire at a beach wedding is not a great look. What worked better was Kurt & Courtney in Pyjamas stoned or Pammy & Tommy in swimwear. Both unions started rather well and ended pretty badly but in principle they were a great and well styled idea at the onset. I don't think the wedding planner had figured out quite how difficult it would be to walk in court shoes across the sand. Anyway all the more amusing for me.

While laying on my towel sniggering this total chancer guy came over and said
'Beautiful eh?'
'Not my idea of a day out, No'

I'm dancing barefoot

Such a lazy day today so far. We had breakfast in Ballans where the air conditioning was broken. They had a huge fan in the resturant instead that was blowing the toast across the room as the waitresses brought the food. It was like a scene from The Wizard Of Oz.  We then went to the beach and Richard dropped me off at 6th while he went into Equinox Gym on Collins and 1st. By the time he collected me 90 minutes later I already practically had sunstroke. It was so hot but I love getting a tan so I am willing to suffer it. When he came back we walked down to the gay section of the beach. Richard doesn't like to be on the mixed sections for long. Obviously the gay section in Miami Beach is the busiest section of the whole beach but we do see people he knows there so thats always nice. One thing I noticed as we walked down Collins Avenue was the size of the cocktails that the resturants serve. They do this one where it is a huge glass of Marguerita with two up turned bottles of Spanish Beer sticking out of like cocktail sticks. Hideous but there was a time when that would have looked like a pretty good idea. The last drink I had was a Marguerita, straight up, salt and no ice at The Wosley in Piccadilly. I knew it was my last drink, I hadn't quite lost the power to choose but I knew I would so in the manner of the exception that proves the rule. I had just the one.

This could be the last time

I walked to the beach my favourite route past the Loewes Hotel. I realised that I will only walk to the beach 4 more times now. I am sad I don't want to go home.

Sun, sea, sand and lubricant

Flag says calm conditions and Jelly Fish. The thing is it is was so hot we just had to get in the sea all the time anyway. Richard made us go in quite deep. I was a nervous wreck, freaking out about every bit of sea weed that touched my shoulders It was wonderful though. We met a couple of really nice men in the water. The first one said he had seen a 5 ft shark in the same sea last year so there are definatley sharks here. He said it wasn't agressive though.  5 ft is pretty big, I am only 5, 5 myself which translates  into about 6 bites in shark terms. The other guy was a lube salesman and he was talking about working at Adult Entertainment exhibitions in Vegas and LA. He represents a 'almost organic' (Jess please take note)  Austrailian lube called Pure that is apparently brilliant and has no taste or smell. Amazing what you find out out paddling in South Beach. I told them that I found one called Gun Oil in Richards bathroom cabinet (what a sexy name for lube) he said that was a particularly cheap and nasty product.

Publix

I love this supermarket that I found in South Beach called Publix. Huge store pretty much full of the most facinating inedible crap food. So much choice, so many ways to die. It's like an pop art installation, very beautiful in its own way.