Remember that one time we got caught in the ghetto? Yeah me too... It was awesome. So, on Friday night, Dylan and I had the most brilliant idea to take the Metrorail (think subway above ground) in Miami from the suburbs where we live to downtown Miami. Seems like fun, right? I mean commuters do it everyday, so it must be cool. Well the trick with these commuters is they do it during the day, in daylight, when it's really crowded. So our brilliant idea of riding this metro-ghettoness-rail at night time was, well, to say the least, uncomfortable. We boarded the train at 8pm, because everyone in Miami goes out late and we wanted to fit in (don't even worry I basically had to eat a snack that equalled the size of a dinner before we left because I am like a grandma and eat the early bird specials). We were basically the only ones on the train besides a bunch of African American men wearing shirts that said "SECURITY". My guess is they were bouncers at some super ritzy club. The train broke down not once, but twice while we were on the metrorail, so instead of waiting for the next train when we had to exit the broken down one, Dylan decided we'd just walk to the stop for the metro-movers (these little trains in between metrorail stops that take you to places inside of downtown, not on the main path, but just like clubs and restaurants and stuff). I did not like this idea. Walking to the metro mover included walking for 1 1/2 blocks of the most ghetto-ness, non lighted streets with 8 (did you read that 8!!!!) sleeping homeless people. The whole time Dylan is speed walking, leaving me behind, and I'm shouting at his that this is suuuuuch a bad idea. I was so mad. Luckily we made it to the metro-mover in one piece, only to ride it with even more ghetto-ness (think like crack-whores, no joke). We finally made it to our destination, this way cute little outdoor mall called Bayside Mall where it is poppin on a Friday night with a bunch of honeys trying to get it on. We ate at the food court, and then just headed back to the station since we had to be back by midnight because that is when the parking lot closed.
In short, we rode the metrorail, we can check it off our Miami To-Do list, and we're done with it. I'll take my air-conditioned car, thank you very much




I laughed out loud at your grandma early bird special. I also like my dinner at, like 5pm. Then I get supper at7:30pm you see. Miami is weird.
ReplyDeletehahahaha. i'm glad you made it in one piece! you need to scope out the area so when i come visit you, you'll know where NOT to take me. haha
ReplyDeleteand is this so weird? dylan looks so young to me. this pic just reminded me that i've always thought that.
this brings back memories of new years 05 when i got stranded in the ghetto of brooklyn.
ReplyDeleteno big deal