Fashion Week Guest Blogger Fabian Basabe Returns -- But First He Has to Recover in Quito...

I am writing you from my home nestled in the remote mountains of Quito, Ecuador, where I have been spending some dad-and-me quality time for the past few days. Quito is beautiful and a destination I strongly suggest to any of you belonging to the quickly disappearing breed of tourists. On my part, I am just recharging and recovering and reconnecting to reality after a really raunchy week and long rampage in Miami. And here is another R-word for you: RAIN! I mean, next time that you hear the expression “it can't rain forever,” please remember that in Miami, yes it can! But who cares, I went out anyway.

Everything started on my flight, when I realized that the gentleman sitting in front of me was Jon Voight, Angelina's dad, which generated an instant fascination on my part and I decided I should have a drink to honor him for having produced such flawless spawn. When I got to Miami, I surprisingly found many, many friends who agreed with me and also wanted to toast to Jon Voight. So basically, I was drunk for seven days in honor of Angelina and I really can't think of any better reason!

BEST OF THE WEEK:

*Dinner at Quattro, a very good Italian restaurant on Lincoln Road, with my whole Miami posse -- highly entertaining people who live in the hot weather all year round and as a consequence are completely cooked and can't really construct a logical sentence. I love it!

*Drinks at Club Deuce, a dive bar whose location I can never remember because of a mysterious yet recurrant confusion that tends to attack me by the end of my first bottle of Patron. It is very unfortunate because I'd like to go back -- I mean the place is great. In the best dive bar tradition, it is dirty, it smells bad, people there are weird-looking and scary and the bartenders are mean, mean bitches. Most popular drink there? Jack Daniel's, of course, the slut of all whiskeys. And Budweiser. I love it!

*A trip to Club Set, which allows in only kids UNDER 21, or at least that was my impression, when I found myself surrounded by fresh innocent faces begging, begging, begging to have a good time. I REALLY love it!

WORST OF THE WEEK:

* Halo, where the policy is, if you are in here than you are a VIP. Wrong! What the f*ck. Liars! Plus, if everyone is a VIP than everyone is treated the same which completely defeats the purpose. I learned that in my quantum physics class. Yes I did! OK, I never took quantum physics... but my sister did, and she told me! I hate it!

*I lost my car. Literally, I lost my car. I could not remember where my car was or where I parked it and all because my friend Jochi, who obviously never took quantum physics either, told me that if I parked it in an outdoor lot on Lincoln Road instead of valeting it, it would be so much easier. No it wasn't! I spent a half hour in a taxi at the end of the night trying to find it. I hated it!

OK, that's it for now. Next blog... Fashion Week! Can't wait to be back in New York City. I miss you guys!