Key West trip 2009

Everyone will be sick of Bill and I talking about Key West, but we are just happy there. We are in easy, convenient walking distance to Duval Street, where the night life-or day life- is just so fun. Because it takes some bucks to come here, by extension you can reason that there aren't a lot of really young people. There are a lot of people like us-older, at a better earning capacity, kinda' still a little radical, like to party, but do not want hip-hop or rap. With no driving to tether or bind us, you can imagine the freedom that brings. There is wild music and accepting people everywhere. The beach at Smathers is beautiful, even though we take a cab ride to and from daily. We would rather do that-in favor of clseness to Duval-than the opposite. But that is a personal call. And the shops!! It is a little Rodeo Drive. I am not by nature a splurger, so I permit myself to buy outrageously priced items (really, 1 item) every time I come down. This year I got the $249 jeans down closer to $225. Partying with long-time pal Billy Orr and his wife really capped the week off. But I will never forget feeling that tap on my shoulder by a club guy at Durty Harry's nightclub motioning for me to go up on stage (with some young slender woman) while the cover band did Metallica's "Enter Sandman." I know that song!!!!!!!!!!! I rocked to that song!!!!!!!!!! I was really happy. Then, before that night, at "Irish Kevin's", where it is very interactive, the guy issued a call for "teachers." No one was biting. but oh how I wanted to go up. A woman motioned me to go up, she really egged me on, and here she was one, too, but couldn't go up herself. All I know was she was my cheerleader. So up I went. Alone. In the full crowd. I guess the poor guy got a look at me and made a call, because all he had me do was hoist a big dark draft beer glass and drink it down while everyone counted. And so I did. End. I left stage. (He did refer to me as a 3-letter acronym I won't repeat here.) Sensational time. Good tan. Fantasy Fest, anyone, in October?