I feel really bad because I didn't remind y'all that we would be playing our first Key West gig!!! We were caught in the hurricane a few days before, and that kinda throws things off a bit. No worries, we'll be doing it again!!! You can go to www.Sloppyjoes.com and see the schedule as well as the web cam. I sound like such a spam comment right now...... We had an absolute blast doing it, and can't wait for more dates to come. If you're headed down for Fantasy Fest, (hint hint) you might get to see us play live. I went to the beach yesterday with the doggie, and just watched the waves come in, picked up the traditional sea shell or two, and was reminded why I love being here. Sometime when you deal with rude tourist all day, and get into the habit of just going to work and sleeping, you can forget the wonderful things about where you are. That applies to any place. I think of all the things I didn't do when I lived in Fort Worth, thinking I had time to do them, but now miss the chance. Same goes for most places I've been. I just want to live it up while I can, remember all these great things, and have stories to tell in the nursing home some day. Oh, and have lots of sea shells to give out for Christmas. hahaha.
Have fun where you are!

Hurricane Rita

I know ya'll are wondering if we are dead or alive. We are hung over, but very much alive. We decided to stay in town for this one and party our asses off...and we sure as hell did. I think the only time I didn't have an alcoholic beverage in my hand I was asleep and I can't be positive that I didn't fall asleep with one in my hand! The past few days have consisted of frat boy games and watching the wind blow.

Tomorrow...the fabulous Chesa premiering at the most famous bar in Key West..... I WILL post pics.

Update: Summer O' Fun

I suppose technically the summer is over in most of the country. Kiddies have gone back to school in new sneakers, beachballs are now inflated and stored in the garage, camping gear has been cleaned and put away and the old routine once again resumes. This past spring Chesa and I declared the summer months as our summer o' fun, planning camping trips and long drives in the jeep, drinkin beer. Summer didn't go exactly as planned, but I can testify that it was a hell of a lot of fun. We ended up moving here, drinkin a shitload, and just all around living it up. We got to spend a month by ourselves, basically on vacation, taking five minutes here and there to pretend we were looking for employement. We flirted a whole bunch, we had a fourth of July that we will not soon forget and did I mention the drinking? yeesh. The only reason I know that the summer has ended is because I happened to look at the calander today. It still feels like summer, its still toasty, we still have the pool toys next to the pool, the top is still down on the jeep and we still haven't been to the beach. We plan to rectify that ASAP, by the way. It is strange living in a never ending summer, I keep waiting to see the leaves change and think, Damn! I didn't get to do all of the fun things I had planned for the season! Right now I feel like I'm still on vacation and my boss just called to say, "take another week, stay, do it all!" Whoopie!!!!
The new plan is to purchase a boat, since we live on the canal and extend our horizons to private beaches, swimming in the ocean, and fishing. Oh yeah, and drinking on board. Can't forget that. I suppose we need to revise the 'summer o' fun' to the 'year o' fun'? Or maybe a new title all together, hmmm.

you know, I just read Joe's post about the storm, and it really made me think. I haven't really posted about the reality of it, just the fantasy, because I'm not sure how to accept the reality of it. We don't have television here in our island life, but that hasn't hindered the story in the least. We're pretty familiar with hurricanes now, we feel like old pros, evacuation of one, and just sticking it out for Katrina. People on the island here are much like folks in New Orleans, "bring on the storm, we've seen it before". I read Time Magazine today, which I would recommend to read about what happened to those old levies, the attitude of a party city, and how most just couldn't afford to leave. It was scary the similarities in the attitudes of our two laid back communities. Maybe it all just hits a little to close to home. Hurricane parties, hell yes, they are the times not to miss, but maybe I'll think twice before shooting my mouth off about how I'm not leaving for some old storm. I'm heartbroken for people I don't know, for those I can't reach, and seriously thought about taking my paycheck, buying a plane ticket, and getting as close to those who needed as I could. I would like to think that I'm strong enough to jump right in, give what I could, and somehow feel that I done something when it seems like I'm so helpless against something so big. In truth, I know I would end up being an emotional wreck, probably not helping at all. So I bought cases of water today, dropped them off at a designated help location, and tried to feel good about that.