So for the rest of this week, I will be down in Miami on vacation attending the 15th annual American Black Film Festival.  So far, my vacation has gotten off to a rocky start. Flight cancellations and delays made my welcome into Miami less than pleasant. And when I finally made it to the festival (because for a minute, I actually thought that I wasn't going to make it), they ran out of program booklets, so I don't know what's playing and where at.

I spoke to my father, right before getting on the airplane (finally) and I chewed his ear off about all the airline issues I was having. He reminded me that this is my vacation and that I should not be worrying about keeping schedules. I'm trying to keep that in mind.

Oh, I did manage to make it to the opening night film screening, which honestly the way my trip was going, I didn't think I would. I saw The Hive, which was written and directed by Robert Townsend.  Even cooler: he was sitting right across the aisle from me. How cool is that?

Anyway, I'll have a full rundown of the film tomorrow (here's a sneak peak: it's like Precious but with boys) but right now, I am in desperate need of an attitude adjustment. I am in Miami. I am on vacation. So why not play in this Miami nightlife?