0 Vacation Slide Show

Here it is, kids, the day you've all been waiting for.  The continuation of my Key West vacation diaries.  Otherwise known as the one with all the pictures.  But, truth be told, I didn't take all that many pictures.  I usually take a hell of a lot more.  My first (and, sadly, last) trip to Ireland, I went through six rolls of film (yes, I am very old).  But here are the pictures I did take...

Tuesday

I found this van on Duval Street.  Whoever painted this is pretty damn talented.  I love it! 

They weren't lying.  And who says there's no truth in advertising? 

And here's the spot where I was going to post a picture of the giant cookies I found at a sweets shop on Duval street but there's something wrong with the file and the damn thing won't upload.  The important thing to know about these cookies is that they really were giant.  I mean, I could've put my hand on one and drawn a Thanksgiving turkey on it and still had room to spare.  The same establishment also had half pound brownies.  I wanted to live in that shop.  Unfortunately, they closed on Columbus Day.

Wednesday

In which we go to the beach.  The main point of our vacation was to spend the majority of our time lying on a white sand beach.  So on Wednesday, we went to Smathers Beach to do just that.

The Man worked on his tan and I found out one very important thing about beach vacations: I suck at them.  Contrary to popular belief, I am not good at lying around and doing nothing.  Instead I watched some people do battle with a hungry, hungry sea gull.  It's always kind of funny to watch people unfamiliar with sea gulls deal with sea gulls.

In the end, the sea gull won out.  The pringles were his.  Afterwards, I started reading Maggie Stiefvater's new book The Raven Boys.  This turned out to be a very bad idea.  I should've known better than to start that book while lying on my stomach in the hot southern Florida sun.  All I'm going to say is that I'm so very glad my bikini bottoms aren't any smaller.

Thursday


Since we were both sunburned (apparently, The Man sucks at putting on sunscreen. Not that I'm one to judge), we stuck by the hotel pool, in the one shady corner, where we were joined by a special guest:

We also made another visit to the giant cookie store where the cashier thanked me (well, the Red Sox) for my team sucking and helping his team (the evil empire) win the division.  I rose above it and still left the guy a tip.


Friday


Still sunburned but determined to go to the beach anyway so we walked to Higgs Beach.

where we hung out with the sea gulls and pelicans and skipped going in the water when we saw this sign:

Yes, I'm a chicken.

For dinner, we had chocolate cake and key lime pie.  Hey, it's a vacation.

Saturday


Our last day in Key West.  We ate lunch at The Lazy Gecko, the home of the southernmost Red Sox Nation contingent.  I picked this place because I knew it would be one place where I would not get shit for being a Red Sox fan.  Sometimes you want to go where everybody loves your team.

And then there was one last trip to the giant cookie store because I wanted a giant cookie to take home with me.  Turns out, it didn't make it out of Florida but hey, at least I tried.