June 15, 2004
one full day
Man--- you sure can blow a big hole in a $100 bill here in Key West. I don't have a damn thing to show for my adventures yesterday except for a Yankee Jack CD, some very pleasant memories and a slight headache.
Great lines I heard: I was in The Bull listening to Yankee Jack when a group of seniors from a cruise ship came into the bar. They were a wild bunch and they started sucking down 2-for-1 margaritas like ice water. Before long, they were rowdy and loud, which fit the atmosphere perfectly. Jack asked, "Who's been married the longest?"
One guy stood up and said, "I've been married for 47 years." Jack observed that the guy's wife didn't appear old enough to be married for 47 years. "I didn't say I was married to HER for 47 years," the guy replied. "It took me FOUR marriages to rack up that score."
Jack also accused one of the wimmen of having storebought titties. Her husband stood up and said, "Damn right they are! Those are the best titties money can buy. I KNOW, because I paid for them."
Yankee Jack is a damn good entertainer, musician and songwriter. He has five CDs out now, which he markets aggressively from his perch on the stage. He sold several to the crowd from the cruise ship, and I bought his latest release. It features songs such as "Botox Bimbo" and "Manatee Woman." Jack is NOT a politically correct songwriter. (A personal favorite of mine is "She's Never Hugged a Parrot, But She's Kissed a Cockatoo.")
I'm staying at a place called "The Pegasus Hotel," on the corner of Duval and Southard streets. It's about as close to the middle of Key West as you can get, and I can turn right or left when I walk out the door and find plenty to do.
And I'm about to go find a Bloody Mary.
What a time! Sounds like you're doin fine tho. little egg with your bloody mary will help that hangover! wish I was there to help. I do so love that you are continueing to blog.......you give us out here a lil something to fantasize about! So now that the whole "Gay Pride" thing has ended has the population changed?? Yes I'm a "wimman" who would like to try another "wimman", but also thinks you are one sexy piece of beefcake!! wouldn't mind getting stranded on an island with you......hey we could have our own version of survivor! Take it easy or take it any way you can! ~Chelle
Wow. For a moment there I thought I was reading a comment from the Gweilo Diaries page. I think to ensure complete transparency, the Acidman is going to need you to post some more information about yourself Chelle and in a public forum so that his readers can assist him. (haha)
Anyone ever comment that Rob is the dirty old man of the blogosphere? Have fun and keep safe!
Life is good, Acidman.
About time you laid down your burden and ran free.
Keep your face in the wind, bro.
I know you probably don't give a tinker's dam about this stuff right about now - Key west and all - but I just wanted to let youi know that you placed a respectable third place in the
Vicious Instapundit Blogroll Contest .
Well Done, Mr. Acidman!
Now it seems that I'M the one who needs a vacation - Mihsa came in third, not you, although I recall you WERE nominated.
Sorry about that...
hope you are enjoying the rest of today as well as you did yesterday! i'm green with envy, since i'm stuck here behind this desk for another 2 weeks until vacation!! Enjoy,,,,,
There's a superb Cuban restaurant down there...I believe it's called The Hatuey. Try the Red Snapper.
I'm bettin A-Man is trying red snapper every night.....and sometimes during the day, too.
Rob, I think Chelle has designs on your bionic implant. By the way, I turned her on to your blog (we work together) and she really does have designs on you. Watch out!
"She's Never Hugged a Parrot, But She's Kissed a Cockatoo."
Now THAT's a winner!
I experienced Key West twice when I was a pre-teen. That would have been back in the 70's. My aunt used to live down there and we visited twice. Those were the most memorable trips I have ever taken. I was only a kid but I'll never forget Key West.
I remember Duval Street like it was yesterday. The sunsets are beautiful there. That was the first time I had ever seen a gay person or a Hari Krishna (who we called "sheet people"). I didn't know what the hippies at Malory Square were doing then but several years later I realized that they were smoking pot in public like it wasn't a big deal.
I got my picture made at the "90 miles to Cuba" sign. (I'll see if I can find it). We toured the streets and I remember Earnest Hemingways home and all the cats. My uncle took us baracuda fishing. We went out on a shrimp boat for a couple of hours and I remember two guys that worked for my uncle. He called them Pete and Re-Pete. HEH!! Most of the homes (or trailors) have a canal in the backyard and many of the roads were made of crushed shells instead of pavement.
I didn't go to any gay bars or get smash faced but I loved Key West. Thanks for the trip down memory lane Acidman. :)