Friday around 4pm, my husband walked into my office and asked if I wanted to go to Miami for the weekend. We can be pretty spontaneous, but this was really cutting it close as the flight he was suggesting left in three hours and we’d have to run home and pack. I told him I didn’t think it was a good time since I have to be in Washington DC on Thursday (for TWTRCON). Then I thought about it some more and as I looked out the window at the dark sky and rain, I told my husband to book the flight. Afterall my son’s favorite nanny/grandmother would be staying with him for the weekend, so it would be a good time to get away. We quickly snuck out of the office without saying a word to anyone, ran home, packed and headed to the airport.
At the airport I started tweeting that I was leaving for Miami last minute and I heard a familiar voice say, “Amy, what are you doing here?” I looked up and saw my manager Kim and chickette Katie!! I said “Kim, Where are YOU going!!?? She nervously says “Miami” half excited half nervous I’m going to be mad she won’t be around for the weekend. Then I told her that’s where we were headed and we happened to be on the same flight!! I was super excited and couldn’t beleive what a coincidence it was. We had all decided to go to Miami last minute at the office and all of had left around 5pm not knowing what the other was planning.
My husband and I stayed at the Fountainbleau which we’d never stayed at before. Upon arriving at 1am, it seemed alright and our room had a great view where you could see/hear the ocean. The first morning we layed out by the pool, then went to the beach where I swam in the ocean and layed in the sun. I hadn’t been able to make it to my colorist in NYC, so upon hearing that the hotel had a Warren Tricomi salon, I made an appointment for hightlights. My hair was in bad shape and since I am attending TWTRCON in DC on Thursday, something had to be done. After the color was finished and my hair was blown out, I was stunned! My hair was no longer blonde; it was a dirty dishwater color with hints of what I though was grey!!! When my husband came in and saw me, his look said it all. I started pointing to pics of blondes in a magazine and said, “My hair is supposed to be blonde, like this.” As I was getting a manicure, the shock started to sink in and I had the manager called over. In tears (I NEVER cry), I showed her how my hair normally looks (thank you iPhone) and how horrified I was about the color. She listened and listened, then disappeared for awhile. As I was checking out, she got me some tea and told me that they took the charge for my hair off of the bill. That was nice, but my hair was still ruined, so I sulked out into my brow shaping apt. The lady held out a mirror so I could tell her what I wanted and upon seeing my hair, I really started to tear up. I was frantically twittering about my ordeal because I didn’t know what to do with myself. I know there are much bigger problems in the world, but at least I’ve always been able to control my hair color. I went up to the room avoiding mirrors.
Later in the evening, I put on tons of makeup and a great sequin dress for our night out. We went to Mr. Chow, where there was a two hour wait, so we headed over to the Phillipe. It was a great scene. The DJ was playing everything from Jay Z to belly dancing music. I loved it! The waiters were handing sparklers out to the girls and I was tweeting pics of the scene. I got a few responses that I looked like Leighton Meister in the pics. It had to be the hair, because I’ve never been told that…so that was promising. As much as I hate my hair, I know I can’t have it redone for awhile because I don’t want it to fall out. Later we headed to the club, Liv, at our hotel and the rest of the night became a blur.
The next day, I discovered a great little cafe called Fresh, which was a great place for breakfast. The egg wrap was amazing! Following breakfast, I headed to the beach and swam in the ocean for a long time. The wind was crazy and the waves were huge, but I swam all afternoon and took my frustration out on the ocean. I came out a new person. We had dinner at Gotham and saw the model I’ve been looking for forever. I asked her if she modeled and she said yes. I told her I’d like to use her for our next shoot. We exchanged info. I also had an idea for chickdowntown so I met with a few people here in Miami and I am excited for the prospects.
Check out pics from my trip:
First written October 19, 2009
