Versace… put it on my tab.

The Versace mansion was just how I had pictured. The night was a perfect 70 degrees with a light breeze off the ocean and zero humidity. But what made this night different than all other nights? Why did we sit on pillows, drink wine, buy white shoes and party like rockstars? It was Danny’s wedding!

Walking through the front door we were immediately greeted with glasses of wine and food flown in directly from heaven. The little Cuban man on the right was making real Cuban cigars for the crowd of 300+, and the crowd loved it. Looking directly up you could see the stars, and the four floors of party people lining the stairways.

Greeting our friends and family as we made our way through, we reached the pool area where the legendary DJ SUSS serenaded us with rump shaker.

Bars lined the place, and everyone was going crazy. An hour in, and 15 drinks deep, it was time for Jon and I to explore the rest of the open mansion.

It wasn’t long before we found ourselves lost and confused somewhere in Versace’s house. Donning my glass of gin and Cuban cigar, we tried to find our way out of the maze of corridors. We followed the music, and found a room which overlooked the pool party area… it was Versace’s bedroom. This is the same place people like Madonna or Princess Dianna would stay when they were in town. OK- Now this was f’in cool. We were chilling in Versace’s room, overlooking my friend’s ridiculous party.

This was too good for me to not mess up, so we decided to get out. As we passed by the overlooking balcony I took a last wave to the party down below….. and smacked my drink into the door. The lime fell out of the glass, onto Versace’s bed, then hit the rug. “OK, no big deal” I thought as I leaned down to pick up the lime with my cigar hand; and then biggest chunk of ash fell off! In slow motion it floated down to the bed, then crashed into the floor. In a state of panic, I spastically tried to clean it up. Do I rub the ash in? Do I blow on it? Do I ask for a paper towel? I tried to rub the ash into the carpet… and made a huge skid mark…wonderful.

Normally I wouldn’t condone blowing anything in Versace’s bedroom, but every man has his price, and I am quite certain mine is about as much as this rug cost. Dropping to my knees I began to blow Versace’s rug in a hyperventilating frenzy.

It didn’t take long for me to realize the battle was lost. I ruined Versace’s room.

Luckily, our accident didn’t get any attention, so we continued our tour of the house and took pictures of some real random shit

And our partying continued as planned into the night…

We stayed out well past my bedtime, and tor up South Beach like never before. But all things to come to an end and around 4am it was time to go home. After all, this was just the pre-party for the wedding the next night at the Setai!