i am having the TIME OF MY LIFE.... 

whenever adorable little hana and i get together... we always manage to have a blast engaging in self destructive behavior!  i luv it!    DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA from the second hana landed in miami (my white mustang was rear-ended on the way to the airport by a grandma in a slinky black halter dress) to the second hana left (hurricane ernesto caused the city to turn into a chaotic zoo)  Inbetween were even crazier memories... waiting in line at taco bell for 45 minutes and then going home to inhale them in a mere 30 seconds... luv-tapping the bmw in front and then falling asleep in the drive thru... avoiding sleazy guys at every corner the entire weekend... vip treatment at clubs... we definitely partied like rockstars!!! 

hotel pool in ft. lauderdale / at blue martini bar sippin on delicious mango martinis

very pink hotel lobby in miami / south beach... which we ended up "avoiding like the plague"

miami nightlife / the italian stalkers (aka lobster boys) from opium

at privee with some hawaiian doods... aloha!!!   

"WELCOME TO MIAMI, bienvenido a miami" 

So my cute little coworker and old time mcb flew in to play for 4th of July weekend.  We charmed the hertz rental dood into renting us a white ford mustang convertible, which probably wasn't the best idea... they were both clinging to their seatbelts for dear life!  Sporadic rain showers spoiled cruising with the top down in the afternoons, but we still had a crazy weekend... here's the proof: 

beached it alllll weekend long in south beach and got nice n' toasty tans 

partied all night at mansion and clevelander in south beach;  B.O. in miami

carribean dancing partner; "stop hitting on me!" 

parasailing in key largo... amazing view 1000 ft. up (and yes, i screamed the entire way)

Topped the trip off by watching fireworks on an incredibly crowded ft. lauderdale beach for the 4th of July.  I still crack up thinking about body slamming in the middle of the night, breakfast in bed, dancing in bed-- "stop it, i'm getting nauseous", grinding teeth, throwing away the wrong contacts-- it was an accident, i swear!!!    hahahaha! 

*sigh*  ok back to corporate chrissy.  time to get to back to work!    *buh-bye*

ya always want what ya can't have...  

ACCIDENT #8... or #9 (I can't remember, there've been so many...)

Saturday night, Julia and I decided to meet up at a margarita bar to catch up over a few drinks.  I was running late, as usual, and called her to let her know I was on my way as she patiently waited at mockingbird station.  I noticed the ground was wet, but Julia said not to worry because it wasn't raining where she was.  As I drove down Park Lane, towards the highway, I suddenly lost control on the wet road and hydroplaned... doing a 360 into oncoming traffic.  A hispanic woman coming from the other direction hit me dead on, rear-ending me so hard that my car jumped the sidewalk, nearly hitting pedestrians. We filed a police report, she got a ticket for not having any insurance, and I went to the emergency room for neck and back injuries. After multiple x-rays, the doctor said I had ligament and muscle damange, all of which vicodin can help alleviate .

Since then, I've been having trouble falling asleep because as soon as I close my eyes, my mind will replay the accident over and over in different variations.  It's so scary to think I could have... *&^%&!   Today the insurance man came to look at the car.  After reiterating that I was at fault for the accident, he also determined that the car was unsalvageable.  In a few months, after assessing our family insurance rate, Geico will probably categorize me as a high risk driver and refuse to cover me at all. *sigh* It's dejavu all over again...

I've also managed to scare away future tourists:

Lessons learned:  Chrissy Lee was not meant to drive.  Ever.

thank you for such a memorable evening... i <3 you guys! i'll never forget the craziness...   

dinner at vento; clubbing at taj; chillin at slate; drinking 10 shots too many; boobs falling off; engly up against a wall; missing tiffany's bracelet; sleeping next to a trashcan full of feminine napkins; monica visiting all the way from texas *HOWDY*; child-locking the car door; "it's my party and i'll cry if i want to...."