Where to start…..
Our friends Bruce and Mary Clare arrived…’nuff said. Bruce was John’s drinking buddy in Greenville and to this day they remain, the same…
On Friday, we drove into Key West during the day. We toured the island before the crazies came out and did a lot of the touristy stuff. You know, visited the famous 90 mile buoy, took the obligatory pictures and continued on to drive through the famous Duval Street and more. We then proceeded to visit the Casa Marina Resort, which is now a Waldorf Astoria (probably owned by the same Japanese Insurance Company that now owns the one in New York and who knows what else). Anyway, we went directly to the bar, did not stop and did not collect $200.00 either. Our first order of business was to order their “wonderful” mojitos. Have I ever mentioned that I don’t particularly like mojitos? Except, after taking a sip – oh my!!! They were delicious and so unbelievably strong. Two was all I needed to make me HAPPY – Just like Pharrell Williams’ song.
Please DO NOT criticize my choice of footwear! I am very aware they are not cute however, I’ve developed plantars fasciatis and it hurts to walk in Florida shoes (flip flops). So, moving on….
Of course, after we left the Casa Marina we just had to visit Sloppy Joe’s for “lunch” and then on to Captain Tony’s for even more libations, because you see the Florida sun really makes you thirsty.
We walked by the Smallest Bar, which is really no bigger than my closet was. Max capacity – maybe 4 (thin people) plus the bartender?
We returned back to the RV because, as the responsible adults we were “attempting” to be, we had to feed and walk Jackson. However, as soon as Baby J was taken care off, we all just recharged and took power naps (or better stated slept off the drunkenness).
Once our body batteries charged to at best 90%, we showered, dressed and back to crazy town we went. It was the first of two days of the Goombay Festival and we went to see what that would be all about. Frankly, I did not even know that there was a Bahamas Village in Key West. As many times as I’ve been to Key West, we usually stay in the Duval Street area and always end up going to the same places. It was fun to do something a bit different. Well, maybe more than a bit. Just wait.
The Goombay Festival is a two day “family friendly” event, or at least as family friendly as these types of events could be, which offered all types of food and music, from reggae to gospel, arts and crafts but more especially a good opportunity for people watching!
The photograph below is not blurry, you are actually seeing this from my perspective. Notice – no wee wee on the guy to the right – probably hibernating. Haha.
Talking about people watching, John thought that we should all be exposed to a very special but well-known bar in the area. We went to the rooftop of this establishment and it was a clothing optional entertainment area where for obvious reasons no photography was permitted. Let me assure you, we all were in the clothing optional group and entered solely for “educational purposes”. We danced, drank and had a great time. Everyone pretty much kept to themselves or with the party they came with. However, as the night wore on, I was beginning to see things that even major surgery could not possibly repair. I knew that as we aged “things” tend to go south. Well, the things I saw were in “Antartica”, that’s how far south they were. I saw more eggplants and wee wee’s in so many sizes, colors and shapes than I will ever care to recall. Thank goodness for strong alcohol.
Below us on the streets, the body painting had begun.
Saw a woman, no was it a man? No wait, it’s was a woman, oh dear, it’s a whatever!
On our way to grab a cab back, we just had to stop by Coyote Ugly.
This is a pretty neat place where women climb on the bar and attempt to dance, while drunk of course, without falling off. Quite a feat if you ask me.
This was only Friday, and it was only the tip of the iceberg. We would return on Saturday!