Beach Party

We decided to go to the Delano, a Phillipe Stark hotel just two doors down, for dinner. Phillipe Stark hotels are always a little 80s (remember the Royalton?). The whole night was tinted with the pale champagne glow of glamour, as we ate lobster at the Delano, people watched on the streets of South Beach, and snuck into a very fancy party in the penthouse of the Raleigh where the Cristal was freely flowing! The guard stationed next to the elevator reserved for the penthouse party seemed to know we weren’t invited. But the busboy in the other elevator didn’t! Standing on the deck of the penthouse, sipping Cristal for the second time that night, I thought, “I LOVE MIAMI!”