This past weekend I went to Miami, Florida, to visit some family. I had to pick up my car at their place and drive it back to Savannah, which is an experience I enjoy dearly. Whenever I arrive in the States I look forward to spending eight hours by myself on a car while trying not to fall asleep so that I can enjoy the sights. And, oh, the sights!
At least I had my boyfriend to distract me. Somewhat. So, once there, I decided to make the most of the trip. It so happens that the F+M Festival was taking place, and so we bought ourselves tickets and tagged along with my cousin and his friends. And by tagged along I mean we went by ourselves and found my cousin a few hours later. We had a blast. There was amazing music, nice food (again, read booze) and, weirdly, a hot tea stand. Heaven.
You must be thinking: No fucking way did he start drinking tea in the middle of a music festival. And, of course, you would be dead wrong. I am nothing if not ridiculously stubborn. My boyfriend though it was hilarious. He was also very drunk, so anything would’ve seemed hilarious to him.
See the picture below as proof.
And so I had my Twining’s Pomegranate & Raspberry Herbal Tea while rocking to Hot Chip’s hits. Never thought I would write a sentence that looked even close to that. But, here we are. And there I was. And, I have to say, it was delightful.
Then again, I was also drunk as fuck, so anything would have seemed delightful. I guess we’ll never know. Cause I couldn’t be bothered.