Grant and I were sitting on couches at Balans on Lincoln Rd tonight, watching people walk by. I have a theory that women in Miami Beach have to try much harder than normal women because the pool of straight men is so small :p Fierce competition…

I had two glasses of malbec with calamari - I kept putting more and more lemon and salt on the calamari, and licking my salty sour fingers, and drinking my wine, feeling happy as a clam. I was hyper-happy most of the evening, head out the window on the highway with the music up, but it was calm fun to chill and laugh at the silent broadcast telenovelas and be barefoot indian style saying hi to people.

I really needed today, with good sex and naptime and so on…this week has been hell. Kids at doctors appointments, classes, dealing with kids’ and my own teachers, bill, errand, etc HELL.