It would seem my body would actually be happier back in Saint Louis with their three inches of accumulated snow. All I did was walk across Ocean View Drive, feel sand on my feet, and Puke. Well, I didn’t quite, but only because I was in a crowd. Instead, Gary found us a bench and I burped and swallowed until the tidal wave of nausea passed. I blamed the heat. I could have blamed the two key lime martinis from last night, I suppose.
The heat really started to get to me after lunch. I was walking so slowly that Gary was 15 feet ahead of me. So when Senator Claire McCaskill popped out of a side door of a fancy hotel, (Yes! True!) he was close enough to murmur “Senator” and nod politely.
“CLAAAAAIRE!” I roared from down the road. When I threw my arms apart expressively, she headed right for me.
I pointed at her happily and said, “You make me proud!”
“It’s all good work,” she replied. “Good to see you!”
“I saw you were on the flight from Saint Louis last night,” I babbled. Because that IS the entire basis for our non-relationship, that and our slant to the left. I might have actually been slanting to the left, because she patted my left arm and said, “I’m glad to be here. They got three inches of snow last night!” Then she moved on. And probably questioned her life’s work.
6 responses to “Miami Heat and my brush with greatness”
Think she’ll be on the cruise? I’m guessing she won’t show up for the naked picture.
During my one and only trip to Miami in 1998, I fainted while waiting to be seated for breakfast. It happened on the steps of News Cafe on Ocean Drive. To this day, I blame it on the sudden temperature change from the comfortably cool hotel room to the cripplingly warm and humid heat.
Although my then-beau (a med student at the time, he is now a fancy cardiologist) were waiting in a long line to eat, the waitstaff promptly seated us after my spell. After we were settled in at our table, he whispered, “We just jumped the line. Could you do that again before dinner?” Hee.
God I love you.
Oh, this is great. We’re going on a cruse ourselves next December: the Nation Cruise to the Caribbean. Luxury+lefties. What a combination!
I’m very proud you didn’t vomit on a U.S. Senator (especially one of ours).
Caroline – maybe that’s what was in her press statement.
Catherine. So glad you commented that. Made me feel better.
Magpie- I’d yell magpie at you across a courtyard too
Hattie – if only the commentators on your nation cruise got naked.
Mershy – it’s almost as good as when I talk to our managing partner.