Friday, December 18, 2015



People Watching
Miami Beach Edition
Day 171 ~ Year 3
Team Zybko
December 18, 2015


Like an alcoholic invited to a party with an open bar. Me, on a beautiful beach with an overflow of interesting people with absolutely nothing better to do than people watch. My cup runneth over as the unaware subjects literally walked right in front of my Nikon. Baby Daddy was in no mood to help me out, I was on my own. I can understand that, he himself was rendered motionless by a strong dose of hidden vacation kryptonite. We never did find out where it was stashed but we sure had fun regardless.  




If you find yourself in South Beach with some girlfriends, live it up and drink some rum out of a flippin' coconut. This definitely qualifies as a legit selfie. 




When your cut off sweatpants are drenched with....uh...sweat, you know you are working it!
This guy weaved in and out of people and traffic like it was his job. 




This coconut selling survivor and his outdoor carnival voice was a regular sight on this stretch of beach. I know that full back pack wasn't easy. Keep it up bud.


Hey.....hey, dude! Please do not put any more oil on your abs, you are still fried from yesterday.
Thank you.
Love, Your Mom


Is that Pitbull?


If it weren't for a few basics facts like.... being a few decades too old and a happily married mother of six I TOTALLY would have hung around this 'Baywatch' stand for an invite to a local party.  


Bikers, walkers, roller bladders and fitness enthusiasts everywhere in this sun shinny town. Awesome. 



 Took this guy like ten minutes to get the perfect shot. A goober train wreck I couldn't peel my eyes away from. I mean, at least grab a prop or something......put the straw in the coconut and drink it all up!


I could read this couples thought bubble loud and clear from 3 rows of comfortable wicker recliners back. We are most certainly leaving the 2 year old home next time we come.


These cabana boys don't exactly have a glamorous job but at least they work right smack dab in the middle of paradise. I'm thinking there is a lot of butt crack sweat on those towels.



This one done right. Grab a cute girl before the selfie.


Or your Baby Daddy


This ginger had no biz-nass being out in the noon day sun OR guzzling a "Bucket of Booz".


I supposed there are worse jobs than parking $400,000 rental cars all day.


A middle aged train wreck.
That is all.




Walk of shame after loosing of a bunch of girls.



Just a cute couple enjoying the view and day dreaming about the passing cruise ship.


I wanted to scoop this lady up and put her in my pocket. 
Her cute giggle was as great as her smile and way better than her hat choice.




Are we thinking he got crunk up in da club later that night?
Fo sure.


Fedora and fishing done right.
 That's the life.


Almost speechless...almost. GO GRANDPA!


And then these snazzy twin Ricky Martin bums stood here for a while. 


Oh man, let me just tell you about the stuff that goes down around here.


She sucked the life out of the best job in the world. Look enthusiastic, wear super short shorts, check Instagram  every few minutes and pretend you like people. 2 out of 4 ain't bad.



Team work amongst co-worker.


Less mojitos next time bud


Moons over Miami
(Interestingly enough, I don't remember taking this picture.I believe Baby Daddy picked up my camera while I was in the bathroom)


Christmas card 2015 coming soon


This gentleman pulled the car up, escorted his wife and loaded the car. All while making sure his bride stayed dry.
 Wonderful. 


Walked past this resting man clutching his iPhone for dear life.
There may have been drinks involved.
Maybe, maybe not.


College kids with no money but a smack down great idea. 
Find the perfect palm tree and nurse a cheap six pack of Milwaukee's Best bought with quarters that was found in random furniture. 


Capturing memories the hard way
The guy in charge was very adamant about the perfect family picture. Everyone else, wanted to shove his selfie stick where the Florida sun don't shine.

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