So a week after we get back from Vegas, we decided to just bum around back home for a week or so…go to the beach, work on the house, and knock a few back at our local watering hole Temporary insanity took control and somehow we wound up at the County Fair so we could sample a slice of the suburban life. There, we were able to have some homemade apple pie, ride the Ferris wheel, and contemplate suicide. It’s not that the fair wasn’t a fun place to be. It was. It’s just that I have no patience for shit like this, and as I sat there actually watching a lumberjack contest, I was hoping that one of them would run amok and plant his ax between my eyes.   To think that just a couple of days prior I was in Sin City drinking, dancing, partying and clubbing, and now I was sitting in some bleachers with a bunch of flannel wearing mutherfuckers in Vanilla Hell. Something needed to be done.

Not being people who handle boredom well, we decided to head down to Miami/Ft. Lauderdale so we can visit some friends, get in a little beach time, and hit a few lifestyles clubs down there. We stayed on Ft Lauderdale Beach, but we hit South Beach and Miami a couple of times just so we could justify our hatred of people who can eat anything and not gain weight. Normally when we go to Florida we hit Tampa and Clearwater beach on the west coast, but this time we decided to do the east coast, and to be honest, we dig the Miami scene A LOT.

But like Vegas, this is better shown in pictures

                                    Out in Las Olas...                                                     Even dressing like a Floridian.                                                            
 

                             
   Jane & shopping...Perfect Together.                                                     We really are sickening...  

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