The Week No One Wanted Me


I just had one of those weeks. Where nothing I do works out, down to the dinner I make and the wardrobe fails I had. 

It started off with jury duty. 10 HOURS OF IT. Downtown, so I had I to leave at 7 am, drive an hour in traffic, leave the courthouse at 6 pm, drive another hour in traffic. I waited for 7 hours before my number was called (without wifi!), then had to spend 3 hours with a pasty white boy judge whose name was....wait for it....Miguel M de la O. True story. You can google it. And the case was a prostitute who (allegedly) had stolen thousands of dollars of jewelry from the man who paid for her services. Plus it was a racially charged (they were of Middle Eastern heritage) and Mr. M de la O, the prosecutor (a young girl with bedhead) and myself were the only white folks in the room. Gratefully, I wasn't chosen to be on the jury. Random factoid--In Florida, you only have to have a jury of 6. Nevertheless, I walked out of the courthouse with my little "you've done you're duty" certificate and felt highly miffed that they didn't want me!!! And they paid a whopping $15 for me to be there, which didn't even cover toll roads, gas and this lunch I bought at a street vendor:


It was really delicious, though. Two thumbs up for cuban sandwiches.

My view from the parking lot of the Miami River. Right across from those trees is the arena where the Miami Heat play. I think that's a basketball team.




So you know how on April 15th a lot of businesses have good deals for tax day? Hard Rock Cafe was offering "Sing For Your Supper"--get up on stage, sing any ole song, and get a free burger. I thought, Great! Free food!! So I dragged all of our sorry butts downtown for some fun times and free food. Except that after we were seated and started ordering, we found out that free burger fun didn't start for another three hours. I felt immensely stupid and we ended up paying way too much for some average nachos and fajitas. 

The Hard Rock Cafe is behind the white boats--that reddish building. The big white building on the left is where Miami Beach starts.

This doesn't really capture it, but on our way home we got stuck in downtown because of a $15 minimum wage march. I wasn't happy and Siri kept yelling at me to "Turn left in 300 feet!"


They were so excited to see Michael Jackson's Thriller jacket. Admittedly, their rock memorabilia was fun to look at. Some Elvis stuff, Gloria Esteban, etc. I do love some good rock music...

We went to a ward party that wasn't very well attended. It was Spanish/English karaoke night. These missionaries/cute girls belted out Let It go. I tried to sing "I Will Survive" with my British buddy Ladelle but I didn't know the tune at all and she's tone deaf. It was a riot.
This was a fun moment--playing around in the pool. The weather turned and all of a sudden we are back to unbearable heat and humidity. Bleh. Lots of pool time. Jacob says, "I will be your personal Loch Ness monster."



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