This week I'm supposed to write about my last week in Chicago and my first weekend in Miami? Impossible!

How can I summarize the genesis, zenith, and resolution of a summer romance along with meeting up with a good friend in near-tropical paradise? With a song? Perhaps.

Alright, I can't figure out how to embed a YouTube song in here, so you'll have to go find one that you think is appropriate and listen to it. Then tell yourself that it was the exact song I was thinking of the capture the moment. I'll wait. Go on. Let me know when you're done.

So here this week you'll read about my love and romance in Chicago. Gay bars, architecture cruises, climbing to impossible heights in the Midwest. And then a turn toward tropical island climes. Unbearable heat and humidity combined with glorious white sand beaches and warm crystalline waters. As I write this, I'm just back from two days of beaching it. California was never like this.

The boys here are - amazing. Untouchable, and amazing. Skin so bronze and caramel and caffe latte and... mmmmmm... mmmmmmmmm... wow.

I've been learning a lot about the competitve nature of Cubans and Panamanians and Brazilians... all of whom have settled here in this American version of the Carribean.

I don't think I could live here very long, the heat would kill me. But I think I'd be willing to let it.