Let's head South!

Let’s just say when opportunity presents itself; you cannot look a gift horse in the mouth. Enough clichés for you? Anywho, Marcia, Nina and I headed down to Key West this past weekend. It was a truly on-a-whim type trip since Marcia had to work down there. She asked if we would come along, and like I said before a free trip down to the Keys, who can refuse such a thing?! Let me just start off by prefacing that this was an awesome, relaxing trip that I wish could have been longer. I feel like I have so much going on, and on my mind that time for me and for fun is so few and far between. Thank goodness for Marcia and thank you Marcia.
Ok, so where to begin….there are so many pictures that you should almost let them tell the story and have people ask questions. But I will give the good details. Friday night we got there after the long drive, which wasn’t surprisingly bad; I actually enjoyed it. But then again I love car trips. I just felt bad Marcia had to do all the driving because it was her company car. Anywho, we decided to head down to the Conch Republic Seafood place right in the old restaurant district because the hotel recommended it and they gave us 2-for-1 drink coupons. Again, can you refuse? I didn’t think so. Well, we probably should have. The food was, eh and pricier than we wanted, plus we order spinach dip and instead of something like tortilla chips to dip in it they gave us packaged crackers! Can you believe that? For the price they were asking you would think you would get more for your money. Guess not, but the atmosphere was wonderful and Marcia did get to have her Mojito (and no, Nina, it is not a gay drink).
Off we go to Duval, but we lost Nina shortly thereafter because she wasn’t feeling well :-( So, Marcia and I are off to find trouble. And if you have ever been down to the Keys you know trouble is not that hard to find. Crazy people and cute boys are all over the place but there certainly seemed to be an over abundance of 23 year olds all over the place. Not exactly ideal but fun to mess with. They are just not that bright. But we did meet some nice people and had some good conversations. We met the bachelor and his friends (one of whom was guy who grew up in Melbourne), the cute Caribbean guy who sold us the cozies, and a Matthew McConaughey look-a-like. As the evening went on it was looking like I was losing Marcia. Friday was her night to go nuts since she had to drive back on Sunday, and she did get a lot loopy! Apparently she gave out her card to someone who we couldn’t even really remember meeting at first and they ended up calling us to invite us on a Sunset cruise. Weird, right? But we think we figured out who they were….maybe ;-) Oh, and we did meet the nice little geek that Marcia swears is my kind of guy. Too funny! The night ended, like most drunken nights with pizza and a cab ride home. Unfortunately, those two together don’t always work out alright. First off, the pizza guy ended up giving us 4 slices, when I only ordered 2. Ok, fine, we are hungry but carry them around to hail a cab after you have had a few doesn’t always work out so well. Needless to say I ended up launching on onto the sidewalk. On the cab ride home, Marcia ended up dropping her pizza (or at least part of it) on the floor of the cab but I am pretty sure I ended up with some of it under my leg. As if that weren’t bad enough, those cabbies cannot drive worth a crap and we took a turn a little fast and well, there goes an almost completely full cup of diet coke! We tried to play it cool but you know we weren’t. But it was all the more hilarious.
Saturday, as we recovered, we wanted nothing more than to just chill and relax. And oh man, was that pool at the hotel made for that. We sunned ourselves most of the day, had a drink, and just relaxed. Awesome. Unfortunately, Marcia had to go work around 3 so we lost her for a little bit. Nina and I decided to rent one of those little cars people ride in down there just because it looked like too much fun. The guy gave us a good deal so we couldn’t refuse. Man, that thing was hilarious and I think riding down in Duval we got our picture taken more than we took ourselves. And of course when Marcia got back from Marathon we had to give her a ride. I just have to say before I forget that I had lunch that day with chickens! That is right, the birds! I didn’t know it until we were already there but I did eat with birds. Yuck! But then the baby chicks came out and they made it a little better. We did end up going to Mallory Square for the sunset, of course, and that night it was dinner at Hard Rock, which was excellent (mmm…veggie burger), and then off to find some more trouble. Walking around was proving that there seemed to be a more diverse crowd that night but you know the young crazy ones still found us. We met some boys from Ft. Meyers I think, and one was drunk out his mind, while the other we are questioning his sexuality. They were amusing enough though. Another crazy person we met came in the form of an uber asshole. We go into the Bull to redeem some more 2-for-1 coupons and use the restroom. When we come out we take a seat at a table. Well, a few minutes (yes I said minutes) later some jerk off comes up and tells us it is his table and we have to get up. Um, sorry dude, bar etiquette would dictate there was no place holder, like a purse or jacket there, so the table is fair game. Now, it was a big table and we could have easily shared it with him and his woman but no he has to start being a complete idiot and literally start threatening Marcia. No for real, he was pushing her and tell her he was going to beat her ass if we didn’t get out of their seats. Um, wow, right? As this progresses and really looks to be getting out of hand I proceed to go and get a bouncer to have this guy kicked out. Well, the bouncers were useless and did nothing except find us a new table. Not about the table dude, just thought you wouldn’t want psychos like this in your bar. I must admit I was very shocked they did nothing. Well, revenge is sweet and stole the psycho guys cozie before we left the bar (Marcia dared me to….it was before we knew it was his) and took pictures with it all night. What a jerk! Not everyone there was like that though and we met some amusing guys at Irish Kevin’s right after (and they agreed that guy should have been kicked out) and had a good time for the rest of the night. Nina even gave her number to the bouncer! All, in all a good trip but much too quick. I know I am missing some good stories and laughs here but the girls know what is up. I think some of the pictures speak for themselves so feel free to comment on what tools we are.
Peace out.