📍 Somewhere between Biscayne Bay and the Atlantic 🎧 Bass booming. Waves crashing. Bottles popping.

We pulled up to the marina at sunset, the sky a violent swirl of orange and magenta. The yacht? A 120-foot Azimut that looked like a spaceship designed by a nightclub mogul. LED strips pulsing low-key house vibes, a Jacuzzi on the bow, and a crew that looked like they stepped off a Netflix reality show. But the real energy? That came from – yes, that Ei – the underground DJ who decided to turn our humble cruise into an open-deck, no-rules, bass-dropping spectacle.

Until the hangover hits. But that’s a story for another post.

At 3 AM, we watched the Miami skyline glitter from a distance – a string of diamonds on black velvet. The yacht rocked gently (or was that just us?). Ei passed out on a floating lounger. The DJ booth was now a splash zone. And I stood at the bow, wind in my face, thinking: This is MyLifeInMiami.

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?