This past weekend whilst in Miami, we stayed at the W. Why? Because we are ballers. That's why.
Except none of us expected to fork over TWENTY SIX fat ones for one tiny mimosa.
Don't get me wrong. The strawberry was cut just perfectly to garnish our glass.
Only our glasses weren't glass. They were plastic.
And I'm almost positive that wasn't Dom Perignon in my drank.
We may think we're shot callers but we clearly aren't ballers. At least not at the W pool side bar.