I had already graduated from the University of Miami, it was my birthday week, and I had a flipcam.
One month later I moved to Minneapolis to start law school and Alexandra moved to San Francisco with her fiancé and started grad school.
Carlos is still in Miami because the place would fall apart without him, and we still hit up Broward when I fly down.
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Gay Pride in Minneapolis and various other summer oddities
April 9, 2015 at 7:36 pm[…] was however, extremely impressed with the Gay 90’s on Sunday evening. It felt like Miami on a weekend. The club was packed, the music was good and ghetto-tastic, and the usual trashy, unfit Minneapolis […]
Dollar Drink night at the Townhouse
April 9, 2015 at 7:38 pm[…] I felt like I had just gone through a senate confirmation hearing. I worked 10 hours that day, felt nauseous from the taco bell, my feet were bleeding from my fierce Aldo shoes, and I danced so hard at the Townhouse that my shirt was soaked through. It almost felt like a Miami night…almost. […]
3-4-1s at the Minneapolis Eagle
March 30, 2016 at 9:55 am[…] And yes, I was giving some Miami-tacky last night with my neon pink shirt and silver blazer. And you know I had white shoes on too. Carlos would be proud. […]