By midnight, the boat had drifted into international waters (or so we joked). What happened next stays between the waves and the Wi-Fi dead zone – but let’s just say there was a conga line led by a guy in a dolphin costume, a surprise set from a Latin Grammy winner who just “happened to be nearby,” and a moment where the anchor almost got tangled in a drone filming the chaos.
📍 Somewhere between Biscayne Bay and the Atlantic 🎧 Bass booming. Waves crashing. Bottles popping. MyLifeInMiami 23 09 13 Crazy Yacht Orgy With Ei...
Then came (yes, with an “Ei” – no, not that Billie, but honestly, last night, she could've been). She grabbed the aux cord from the captain – true story – and for 45 minutes, we were transported to a warehouse rave floating on the ocean. The bass was so deep, the marina probably felt it. People were dancing on the sunbeds, then on the tender boat, then… was that someone on the roof of the cabin? By midnight, the boat had drifted into international
So to everyone who says Miami is just a place… you’re wrong. It’s a feeling . And last night, that feeling was a 120-foot yacht, a DJ named Ei, and zero regrets. Waves crashing