Posting from the Southernmost command of the Blue Ridge Blog:
As you may have come to expect, the ordinary deviants seen at the nightly Key West Sunset Celebration bore me. The show is geared more towards the Celebrity Cruise line crowd and the Western Europeans gullible enough to fall for the "This is the only way I feed my family of four" line from the actors. Whatever.
Key West and the Florida Keys are paradise. But like the Garden of Eden, temptations and over indulgences should be avoided. A Duval Crawl or two is entertaining, especially for my teenagers who are not used to the rainbow of diversity on nightly parade. But there are only so many raunchy t-shirt shops a grown-up can tolerate.
So tonight I was delighted to find an abandoned stove/ovenrange sitting along the curb on Duval St. Affixed to the front were two public announcements warning all about the "hypnotizing elves" on the loose as well as a lost and found ad for the "Christmas Unicorn." If found, please call: 305-923-7822.
And the rat? Yeah. It's presence produced many a girly screams as it skittered across the sandled toes of tourists. But I laughed at it and pointed my camera at the poor dear, following it from out the door of the Key West Lime Pie Factory into a nearby alley.
My family is familiar with my sudden outbursts of photographic sidetracks, yet my youngest was a bit horrified by my actions.
"You just followed a rat down the street and then further," she said.
"So?" I asked.
"So then you returned and talked to me. Ugg," she replied, adding an impressive eyeroll.
I squelched my reply which included something about not giving a rat's ass about something...
I love Key West. The rats here are bigger and better than the ones in Boone. I'm sure both Chambers of Commerce are going to love me for this post;)
