Happy Halloween and welcome to my photoessay! The weekend was good, parties, blah blah, I wore my black wig and white boots, Katsumi wore his wig and one of my skirts, drinks were drunk and cigarettes were smoked and I finally saw Freezepop, which was awesome.
Moving right along then, to something totally unexpected.
Since I left my camera at the crab shack on Duval St, I have no pictures of our hotel room. Suffice it to say that our suite(!!!) was more elegantly turned out than our apartment and at least twice as large. Katsumi, however, wasted no time in making himself at home in the bridal suite.
The first day there, we didn’t do much of consequence. We returned my rental car, picked up scooters for the crew, and ate lunch at a killer irish pub a few blocks from the beach. The scooters were beyond amazing.
When hard at drunken play, one needs to find adequate sustenance, and jon and I were so on top of that shit, yo. We scoured the local restaurant guide for good food and found that, hey wow, Key West has pretty expensive dining!! In other news, I am really pasty and should have fake-baked before putting on a bikini.
After dinner we took the scooters to the beach and did some clothing-optional night swimming. But first, a beer run! Key West is all about road sodas, so is it any wonder that there was a drive-through liquor store? This picture captures the moment when I started thinking that maybe I should relocate.
the next day we got the warning about hurricane Wilma and subsequent mandatory evacuation of all tourists from the island, effectively ending our carefree playtime. We had to deal with logistical problems, like getting a rental car, changing some flights, setting up a hotel in Miami. But the biggest problem was the sheer amound of alcohol we had yet to consume.
What is Robert, you ask? I asked. You can find the answer here. After reading that, you can see why I wasn’t thrilled about getting too near the thing. By the way, please take a moment to appreciate the terrycloth short shorts. they are indeed a thing of wonder.
It was with some sadness that we returned our scooters. Note the minivan in the back of the shot. Not that one, the other one, the one that’s driving. We traded our scooters for THAT. **sheds a tear**
We decided to make the best of the situation and don bizarre outfits for a night on the town. I think that I was the only one, though, that actually looked bizarre. Or like a hooker. Yeah, hooker about covers it.
AND SO END THE PICTURES OF KEY WEST 2005. Unless I get my camera back. then you can expect more.
All photos courtesy of Shannoxx, the lovely new bride.