"The first step to getting where you want to be is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are." J. Piermont Morgan
Richer by bigger coffee cups and key lime whipped vodka we faced another day of the island. The Wingman and his girl joined us and we had beer and grouper sandwiches on the back deck at the old Holiday Isle. So warm that beers had to be shared to keep them cold. Wingman took quite a liking to the key lime vodka and soon true to form was making friends by the pool with Larry from somewhere in Oregon. He had just lost the mayoral race in some rainy northwestern town and was looking for the same yet different escape that we were. As much as I would have loved to have done a repeat of the full moon party, it wasn't in the cards. Velcro's Key West Capt buddy and his crazy cool Missouri transplant chick met us at Morada Bay. Barstool Sailor sang in the background as Wingman demonstrated how to knee walk drunk while proclaiming horniness to the horror of his girl and the entertainment to the rest of us.
The Hook Line & Drinker bar sits right beside but doesn't open until later so we let the reuben digest a while before heading back to eat our fill of the $1.25 stone crabs. Heaven. The guy cracking them had the neatest little cracking contraption with a metal arm on a lever...slightly more efficient than our hammer technique. Whoever owns this place is all about the signs. Above the bar hangs one NO TV's...NO KIDS...NO BUTTER. That sign actually said "Don't Ask", so we didn't. Back to the bar beside the bridge but the weather and 30 mile an hour winds had the roll ups rolled down. We decided we would brave the bearded man in speedos and try out the hot tub instead. No bearded man there and we used our better judgement and didn't add Mr Bubble to the hot tub.