Angus and Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane

Vital - Airport

Obsessed.

Enrique Iglesias - Bailamos

In 2008, I spent five hours on a fishing boat in Fiji trying to get from the city of Nadi on the main island out to Tavewa, a tiny speck of an island that seemed to be closer to Australia then to the rest of The Feej. Spending five hours out on the ocean in Fiji might sound nice, but it’s not. By the fourth hour out I was sunburned and begging for a quick death, because I was thisclose to spewing all over the deck from an awful case of seasickness. There was nowhere to go, nothing to drink, I couldn’t eat and we still had an hour of bobbing up and down to go. Brutal.

Bailamos was the only cure. For reasons I can’t explain, when the song popped up on my iPod, the pukey feelings would subside for exactly three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. My only guess is that his sweet latin rhythms were distracting enough to get my focus off the fact that my stomach was tomahawking itself into my throat.

So I listened to Bailamos on repeat for an hour on that damn boat, and I made it to the island without any vomming, barfing, or upchucking to speak of. And I still can’t listen to this song without thinking about that moment, or without becoming nauseous through association. Enjoy!

Lady Gaga - Alejandro

I have to apologize for the fact that I’ve been back from Miami for almost three whole days and I haven’t written a single ding-dang thing about the trip (which was awesome, thanks for asking). However, I have to assure you that I have been working on writing several different posts and they will be up in the very near future. I know it’s been hard, but you can do this! STAY STRONG!

For now, please enjoy the unofficial theme song of Eleanor & Alison Take Miami 2010. Cheers.

Bonde Do Role - Miami Beach

Down the Ave I’m strollin’

Like Tony Montana high rollin’

Tequila shots at the Delano

Boogie on down at the Cameo

The house is rockin’ oye que calor

Go mamacita shake it on the dancefloor

Sippin’ on down some margaritas

Time to bang some señoritas

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I couldn’t make those lyrics up if I tried.

(via bunkercomplex)

Shearwater - Castaways

you are running from a rising tide

you are castaways

Will Smith - Miami

Don’t get me wrong, Chi-town got it going on
And New York is the city that we know don’t sleep
And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak, Miami bringing heat for real

Just booked my next trip! HOLLA

(via bunkercomplex)

Mindy Smith - “Tennessee”

You may not be what I will always need
But I call you home
If I can call you home
Then you’re good enough for me