Of boujiness and taxation
Back from a brief hiatus, and there are two-sides to my coin of experience. On the one, the last few days have been a great break from the labor-world. Clearwater and Tarpon Springs were definitely good (I'll be heading back there before the trip is done). But outside of those two locations, I have experienced what I think may be the pinnacle of boujie concentration in my whole life. Let me explain.
We decided it would be a good idea to get out of town during the Ironman triathalon, so we headed down to Tampa, in hopes of having another enjoyable experience such as that of a few years back when we roamed around the University of Tampa with no agenda, but {scarily} free access to everywhere - without ID. Unfortunately, where we ended up was to be the beginning of my epiphany of an, until now, undiscovered lifestyle that just kind of urkes me. We went to a social spot where there was a cover charge, and since it looked like a fun place, we paid our dues and got in. Now, don't get me wrong, this place was on point. No roof, palm trees, great lighting, killer DJ's, and skittles. But that's about where the fun stopped. Everyone in there was super clique-ish, or trashed, or fronting like they had money when it was really big-daddy-warbucks' cheese {LOL}. Short of the long is that it ended up being a standing-fest for a good majority of the time.
Then came Miami.
Ah, Miami {Southbeach to be exact}. The place I have wanted to go for so long and always joked about coming to, but never arrived - until now. The drive was great. The scenery was beautiful. The amount of beautiful people is staggering. There are Bentleys, Maybach's, Lexus after Lexus, Lamborghinis, BMW after BMW, and so many high-end things it's hard to take in.
But you know that's not the whole of the story, don't you? First, there were no hotel rooms available ANYWHERE, and the one that was (I'm writing this from here now) was taxation without representation. The number will remain undisclosed. But this is a rare vactation, so it seems worth it. We are pool-side and right next to everything, including the beach. But my complaint is really with a good part of the population here. It seems like everyone is uppity - struggling to muster up enough kindness to even move out of the way on the sidewalk or give you the time. In fact, we went to The Mansion, some super popular place, to check it out - turns out it was some celebrity's birthday from "The Good Life". Apart from the picky-choosey wait outside to get in, the $20 cover, the $7 bottle water (ANGER!), and the restricted access, being limited to the poor 'groundlings' area - it was really the people that set me off to the whole upscale lifestyle. It was clear after about 20 minutes that we (Tyler and I) would be having more fun scraping barnacles off the bottom of 80-year old sea-ridden boats. Again, the cliques, fake flossin like they have money (or if they did, the used it on some girls that could be bought - yeah, I said it!), or the traditional gold-diggers. BOUJIE. BUT, I will admit that the sound system was SICK!
Oh well. I count it an invaluable experience - that when the time comes {and it will}, I won't waste my time with places like that. I'm not saying Miami's a bad place. Not by any means - definitely a nice vactation spot - just watch out for all the facades around. I guess that's anywhere, but you know what they say about Miami... right? Neither do I.
We decided it would be a good idea to get out of town during the Ironman triathalon, so we headed down to Tampa, in hopes of having another enjoyable experience such as that of a few years back when we roamed around the University of Tampa with no agenda, but {scarily} free access to everywhere - without ID. Unfortunately, where we ended up was to be the beginning of my epiphany of an, until now, undiscovered lifestyle that just kind of urkes me. We went to a social spot where there was a cover charge, and since it looked like a fun place, we paid our dues and got in. Now, don't get me wrong, this place was on point. No roof, palm trees, great lighting, killer DJ's, and skittles. But that's about where the fun stopped. Everyone in there was super clique-ish, or trashed, or fronting like they had money when it was really big-daddy-warbucks' cheese {LOL}. Short of the long is that it ended up being a standing-fest for a good majority of the time.
Then came Miami.
Ah, Miami {Southbeach to be exact}. The place I have wanted to go for so long and always joked about coming to, but never arrived - until now. The drive was great. The scenery was beautiful. The amount of beautiful people is staggering. There are Bentleys, Maybach's, Lexus after Lexus, Lamborghinis, BMW after BMW, and so many high-end things it's hard to take in.
But you know that's not the whole of the story, don't you? First, there were no hotel rooms available ANYWHERE, and the one that was (I'm writing this from here now) was taxation without representation. The number will remain undisclosed. But this is a rare vactation, so it seems worth it. We are pool-side and right next to everything, including the beach. But my complaint is really with a good part of the population here. It seems like everyone is uppity - struggling to muster up enough kindness to even move out of the way on the sidewalk or give you the time. In fact, we went to The Mansion, some super popular place, to check it out - turns out it was some celebrity's birthday from "The Good Life". Apart from the picky-choosey wait outside to get in, the $20 cover, the $7 bottle water (ANGER!), and the restricted access, being limited to the poor 'groundlings' area - it was really the people that set me off to the whole upscale lifestyle. It was clear after about 20 minutes that we (Tyler and I) would be having more fun scraping barnacles off the bottom of 80-year old sea-ridden boats. Again, the cliques, fake flossin like they have money (or if they did, the used it on some girls that could be bought - yeah, I said it!), or the traditional gold-diggers. BOUJIE. BUT, I will admit that the sound system was SICK!
Oh well. I count it an invaluable experience - that when the time comes {and it will}, I won't waste my time with places like that. I'm not saying Miami's a bad place. Not by any means - definitely a nice vactation spot - just watch out for all the facades around. I guess that's anywhere, but you know what they say about Miami... right? Neither do I.
posted by Joshua at
3:58 AM
1 Comments:
You know, I had a similar experience at a club where I was really wondering what on earth was the point. I think sometimes we forget what it is that we're after. This club was packed to the gills and none of the girls would even dance. They were all within their own groups and were completely disinterested in what other people were doing. It ended up being like you said, a big stand-fest. Although, I will say the DJ was amazing and played one the best combination of music I have heard.
I went to another club that was amazing. Not only was the music jamming, but everybody was dancing together and everyone wanted to have fun with each other and help others to have fun. Just gotta keep bringing that level of interaction to others and they will want it to. They'll realize the only true way to uplift yourself is to uplift everyone.
Just keep experiencing man. The bad stuff is still a step forward and is another notch in the belt of experience of life. Haha, it's like an RPG, you get experience no matter what you're doing, keep leveling up.
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