Last day in Miami. Cross-training on the fourth floor of the Clinton.
Vacuum cleaner cord.
Alden goes in for the manage.
Whipped into the mini-fridge.
Detractors are dealt with swiftly.
Meanwhile, in the lobby.
Take it on the road.
This lasted until about 4 pm then they needed a nap.
A spot only a Southerner could love.
Frost steps into the fray with that frigid kick.
And then closes it with the 270 kick 'n' go.
'Am I done?' You tell me, '99.
Another Stefan cameo. Nice.
This fuckin' guy.
Mighta been unneccesary.
And that's a wrap!
A few more hours driving around.
But all we were thinking about were those Cayman Islands, beckoning.
But just when you thought we were done ....