How did I get here?

Our whole trip to Miami Beach reminded me of the Talking Heads song, Once in a Lifetime.

And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well... how did I get here?

Because, honestly, I don't think something like that will ever happen again.

It all started when I made a simple comment to a co-worker that the CEO of my company overheard. That my then-fiance and I weren't taking a honeymoon.
Sure, we could have overextended ourselves or used wedding money to pay for it, but we just chose not to. We lived together for the entire year we were engaged and had gone on a cruise back in '08, so it wouldn't have been anything new. Just another vacation.

About 20 minutes after my simple comment, the CEO (Jim) walks into my office and offers me his condo in Miami Beach for a post-wedding getaway.
Tim and I picked a weekend and thanked him profusely.
A free place to stay? Sweet.

The next day, the deal got even sweeter. Jim surprised me by generously offering to pay for our airfare and also set us up with guest passes to the beach club next door. And then told us that any foods & drinks we wanted there would be on him.

How do you even say thank you? Thank you isn't enough. I was speechless.
I've learned that's just the kind of guy he is.

So we landed in Miami and caught a ride to his condo.
Right on the beach. Our guest room faced the ocean.
It was like staying in a 5-star hotel, but with nicer towels & better wall art.
And oh yeah, FREE.

Jim's brother-in-law did the interior design of the condo.

Does he need live-in caretakers?
I'd take that job.

Our South Beach stories will be discussed tomorrow.
Teaser: we took the bus...

1 comment:

  1. I hope it wasn't as bad as our bus trip in Honolulu. I can still smell that guy's Thai food.


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