Bienvenido A Miami...my favorite topless spot

"B, I don't want to alarm you, but It's 6:48 and we can't get the motorcycle up the stairs...Yes, I'll call her now...Yes, I'll breathe...I'll breathe right after she gets in the room on that motorcycle in one piece...hang on...that's the lady in charge on the other line."
"Hello?  Yeah, no, you don't seem to understand.  15 minutes is no good.  I need to get this motorcycle, the hot guy in the tux and MG  in the room for the entrance in (I look at my watch) 5 minutes.  Can I take them through the front door?  No?  Sorry, (I make a fake noise with my mouth) I can't hear y..."(I hang up) YOU! (I point to motorcylce man) FOLLOW ME!" I throw off my sandals and start a mad dash down the street barefoot in a dress in front of the Miami Convention Center. Throw open the doors as Hot Tux Motorcycle Man drives up the ramp into the building (vvrrooomm) what time is it? 6:58 shit! HURRY! We start on time!  I still have to tell MG what  her stage directions are.  We are hauling ass on the carpet.  Me running barefoot in the convention center with a man on a harley...odd for some.  For Miami, totally normal.  But then, I see her standing cool-as-a-cucumber, with her thumb in the air and one leg out as if to be hitching a ride and I realize all is right in the world.  MG, the leader of the Pleasure Revolution, in a gorgeous dress that drapes on her body like a delicious piece of taffy that's been pulled and swagged around her body. I see her smiling and realize I must look like a mental patient so I gather myself, introduce her to her entrance date, show her where to put her body so she will be safe on the bike, where she needs to go on the floor, how he will assist her, and then she looks at him with all the gratitude in the world and says, "Thank you so much for doing this for us. We are so grateful." and he is powerless.  Genius. 30 seconds.  I can hear, "Flight of the Bumble Bee," telling the women to ready themselves for greatness. Cue the music. The doors open.  The music booms.  The room erupts in screams as the doors open...EXHALE.  Will Smith's, "Welcome to Miami," plays loudly as MG is paraded around a room of the most turned on and tuned in women on the planet.  In 90 seconds there is more pleasure and passion and fire and energy then I've ever thought possible.  Sisterhood, community at it's peak and I bare witness to it.  I am a testament.  I watch from the back of the room as MG greets and asks different women to stand and brag.  Bragging is different then boasting.  The difference:  Bragging is merely telling the truth.  I am a great mother.  I'm a fun person.  Boasting is embelishing.  I had an elephant sandwich for lunch.  I am the queen of England.  Ya dig?  So I am looking at these women embracing their light and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.  Why?  Because, my darlings, I'm part of this revolution.  I choose pleasure.  I choose happiness.  I am part of a community that has given me such love and comfort.  And although I do not see you often and we are far apart, I still feel you in my heart, my sisters every day.  Every single day.  Yeah, doesn't have anything to do with my dating blog, but I'm in love with all of you, I had this memory and I wanted to tell you...does that count? Sending you all love and hope to see you all in November.  xxoo, SG Sunshine

My dance break song is
Will Smith's, "Welcome To Miami,"
Natalie Merchant's, "Kind and Generous,"
and Shanon Day's, "Free,"

Grateful grateful grateful for my man and his strong arms that hold me
I desire a cheap plane ticket and a great deal on a room at the Standard or Raleigh and to do the entrance for IC!
I brag I am a great Goddess of Entrances