The beach at Ft. Lauderdale.
Almost two months ago my friend “Randall” in Los Angeles mentioned he had a gig in Florida
“Why don’t you take a flight down and hang out in Ft. Lauderdale and Miami?,” Randall asked.
I love my job but things have been hectic. And I’ve been busy setting up a household in Baltimore, painting, and fixing up and digging up a garden. I need a change of scenery and a chance to unwind, preferably on a beach.
“Okay, Randall I will book the flight,” I said.
“Cool, don’t worry about a hotel because I’m set up in a condo,” Randall said.
“Okay, but I’m renting my own car so I can get around.”
I haven’t been to Miami in almost 20 years but from looking around on Gaycities.com and there seems to be a lot to do. I’ll tell you all about it.
Randall and I have had some fun times. You can read about a hot encounter I had with him and another guy a few years ago in L.A.
