Yes, we’re almost in the dead of winter. And yes, I’m wearing chambray (gasp!) pants. While this may be a brazen an act of fashion blogger suicide, well, it’s still HOT here in Miami. In fact…SATAN CALLED. HE WANTS HIS WEATHER BACK.
Anyhoo, I went to an epic birthday party last night for one of my besties at Casa Tua and stayed out until 2 a.m. and let’s just say there may have been an incident involving too much vodka and a flight of stairs. And a drunk text or two. Talk about embarrassing. Let me tell you, freaks, hangovers at the ripe ol’ age of 39 are no joke. Or maybe I drink more because I’m older? Whoa, that’s some deep shit right there, eh?
Ok…the Advil is wearing off and I’m trying to can but I just can’t even right now. Off to catch some TV marathons (currently loving The O.A. on Netflix) and grilling some burgers on the grill. Because… the cure for any ailment in my book is a solid cheeseburger. #MissPiggy
Photos by Karla Garcia