It is noon time here in Miami.

I am just rolling out of bed.

I actually woke up at 9:15 this morning. I guess my body is just conditioned to wake up early. My boys have always been early risers. They used to wake up at 5:00 every morning. Last year something miraculous happend in the Dominican...they started sleeping in. Now they sleep until at least 6:00 - usually 6:30/7:00 is there waking time.

Anyways. I woke up with a HUGE hangover. Debbie and I went to a couple of clubs last night.

First we went to the Clevelander. It is the club that all the MTV Spring Break specials take place. It is an outdoor club that wraps around a pool. There was a rocking band there and from the street we could see that the place was packed. So we decided this was a good place to start. There was a bit of a line to get in...no problem for the Kativating Kim sisters. We simply winked at the bouncer and shimmied our way into the club.

We got ourselves a couple of drinks and started to circulate...see what the crowd was like...check out the scene. There was nothing to see. The crowd was totally lame. Nobody was dancing and everybody seemed like nerdy tourists (I know...I am a tourist...but I am super kewl;) So we found a spot with a small shelf table and hung out to finish our drinks. It just happened that also hanging out in this spot were 2 other girls that looked exactly opposite of my sister and me. They were platinum blond, gant blue eyed, bomb shells from Germany. I wondered what this table must have loked like to an outsider...probably pretty interesting. I wish I had my camera.

When we finished our drinks we decided to move on. We wanted to go someplace where we could dance like crazy...with hot latino guys.

We went to Mango...touristy salsa club.

It Was A BLAST!! It too was full of tourists but the crowd was energized and fun...full of cheesy, horny men trying to rub themselves against all the girls as they "merenged" and "salsa" danced...but nonetheless fun.

The first 3 guys I danced with offended me so deeply I almost left the club. Now, I know that merenge and salsa are very sensual, provocative dances...but there is a difference between dancing sensually and rubbing your stiffy against a girl's body. Let's just say these first 3 guys were NOT dancing. I was so upset. I wondered if I had "Rub Your Hard-on Against Me" emblazoned on my forehead or something.

My sister assured me I did not...I had another drink and the next dance was more my pace. He was an Argentinian boy from DC. I don't remember his name...just that he was well mannered and wore a crisp white blouse. He was there with a bunch of other Argentinian boys. They were all cute...not hot...just cute boys. I say boys because they were all in their mid 20s. I felt like such an older woman. Not sure how I felt about being an older woman...but I had enough alcohol in my system at the moment to not care too much. I guess I basked a little in my older woman-ness. I felt strangly knowledgeable...mysterious and sensual.

Anyways. I asked them how old they thought I was. They all thought I too was in my mid 20s. I did not tell them my age - just that I was older than them. They guess 25...23...older?...26?...28...I told them, "It doesn't mater my age, I am just older and wiser than you". They could not fathom that I was in my 30s. I think at that age when you hear 30 something you think grey hair and wrinkles...not pretty face and hot bod.

So we spent the rest of the night dancing at Mango. By the end of the night my feet were killing me and I was too drunk to dance right anymore. So I decided we better head back.

As I lay drunk in my spinning bed I thought about my hunky guy and my adorable boys...I missed them as I fell asleep without them.