I have been to New Orleans for Mardis Gras, and everything I expected from that experience was trumped in spades this weekend down in Key West, and it's only the opening weekend - things don't really kick off until later in the week. We saw all sorts of things: painted boobies everywhere, a man at an outdoor Cuban bar wearing nothing but butterfly wings, dolphins frollicking in the water, a parapallegic drag queen, and a beautiful sunset over the tropical waters of the southern-most point of the US - interrupted only briefly by, you guessed it: boobies.
True story - right after I took this picture is when we saw the dolphins - they were following the pictured boat and jumping out of the water. Apparently all mammals like mammaries.
B and I spent the weekend alternating between doing nothing and all sorts of things, and it was fantastic.
He was a fantastic host, as always, and I am everymore drawn to the beautiful southern part of our country, which is where I once again feel as though I should be instead of here.
And just when I thought I couldn't drink any more, when I stopped across the street to pick up my mail after flying home I was instantly handed a sipping glass of some really good tequila. And had three. Hair of the dog, and all.
When you get back from the tropics it seems that all you can say is that Life is Good. Tomorrow I return to work, which I am actually looking forward to, as I am to the rest of my life, which despite the current weather forecast is looking good in every way.
