As I Continue to Dream of a Coastal Vacation...

Maybe Miami isn't the best place for my dream holiday.

Maybe I need to think even deeper.

Like James Bond deep.

(Doesn't this smack of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo?)

Remember in License to Kill when James Bond goes to a wedding 

in Key West and mad adventure ensues?

I think this bridge exploded.  

I can't be bothered to re-watch it right now, 

so let's just assume.

So Key West has now become my next dream destination.

And as much as I love a Jame Bond film, I really want to go for the Hemingway history.  

Look, I know he had issues with women, but can you blame him?  His mom dressed him up as girl when he was a baby.  

Plus, have you seen photos of his house?  

Casa de mis suenos.

I want to go to there.

So now comes to my favorite part.  

Wardrobe.

In my head Key West isn't just 90s glamour, 

it's 1990 Glamour.

Just really dated and really awesome.

I tried to google Key West Fashion and what came up looked even older than 1990.  (I apologize if you are from Key West and disagree.  I'm just going with google images.)  So I was giving them the benefit of the doubt by saying 1990.  I can't do 80s fashion.  It's too real for me.  Too much reality not enough irony.  

Which is why I've decided to reference even older decades, like the 40s and 50s.

Actually, maybe I'll just dress straight up like Hemingway.

Dreaming of a Coastal Getaway

I had a perfect family holiday in Miami once.

We went in January when my sister and I were living in NY.

 Which meant even though it was in the low 70s 

we were going to the beach.

You could tell who the New Yorkers were because they were laying out while the locals were bundled up. AND the New Yorkers were reading The Post from their lounge chairs.

We stayed at the Delano (who like their furniture big).

 The white on white rooms were my alter-ego's dream. (I vacillate  between clashing prints as you can see below, and whiter than white simplicity.)       

  I just remember being so darn happy there.   

 I think this coupled with my recent move closer to the Atlantic  has got me thinking that I need to go there again.  Soon.

 Not to mention I have been listening to a ton of PitBull.

And Miami always represented 90s Glamour 

and you know how I feel about the 90s.

 90s Glamour, Miami & Niki Taylor all go hand-in-hand.

 But most importantly, I would love to vist a city 

where pants are optional.