Our next door neighbor, the great M. Diddy, is going back to New York the summer. From what we hear, Fire Island is all the rage. We have been saddened by the leving of our col neighbors, so we've tried to have all types of adventures since we found out he was leaving. In April we attended a concert, Springfest 2007, together. We rocked out like ROCKSTARS! The previous weekend, we had done some community service at Virginia Key . For our pledge to society, we were awarded VIP tickets to the concert. We were treated to food and drinks, as well as very comfortale seating as we jammed along. We had to admit to urselves, though, that we had to be getting old because we didn't know more than half of the songs. We really cannot see the sense in learning about love from teenagers (Pretty Ricky), or going through the hard knock life with, say, Mike Jones. So this was probably the lastconcert of that type for us.

Yesterday, we took advantage of the access we have to scooters here on South Beach and we invited Diddy and his girlfriend to go riding with us. We stopped at a park in mid beach and the rain began. We waited for about 15 minutes, hiding under an old strangler fig that provided pretty good protection until the wind started picking up. Feeling that we were already a quarter wet, and there was no end in sight, we ran into the rain and scooted about in the pouring rain. Of course the rain stopped in about 5 minutes. If only we had some more patience. But then again, the experience may not have been as much fun. We spent a couple of hours admiring the ouses and estates in mid beach. We got home and our hand were numb..

Today we went out again, though we spent less time scooting and more time hanging out on South Pointe, the southernmost portion of Miami Beach. At one point, two large cruise ships went out and we tried to run out onto the sea floor before the powerful sea swallowed us whole. We didn't make it down fast enough to ease our fears of not making it back in time. Check out the pictures to see us frantically scrambling up the jagged rocks. It's hard to describe how perfect the day way. We are so very thankful to enjoy such a sweet lyfe (our own special twist on life). We aren't living in the lap of luxury, but we are doing our very best to constantly live in gratefulness and happiness.

Labels: Miami Beach, scooters