Day 3: On to Key West

After break­fast as Magrove Mike’s in Islam­orada, we started head­ing west. We stopped briefly at the Bahia Honda State Park Beach for some sun and splash. I read, while Pres­ley napped.

Arriv­ing in Key West, we missed the Sunset cel­e­bra­tion because I needed to find an Inter­net Cafe — my boss called me and told me that I had for­got­ten to submit my timesheet, and if I would like to get paid, I had better do so. So, after the busi­ness was taken care of at the Sippin’ Cafe, we checked in the La Pen­sione Inn on Truman Ave. near Duvall Street. Appar­ently Harry S spent some time here.

Head­ing out onto Duvall Street should be an adven­ture, but we found most of the restu­ar­ants and bars to be lack­ing in patrons — maybe it’s the time of the year. After walk­ing around for what seemed like hours, we set­tled on Caroline’s Cafe for dinner, because you could sit out­side and drink Mar­gar­i­tas and Coro­nas while watch­ing rev­el­ers on the street. God, there are so many old people here!

After down­ing a few drinks with dinner, (I had the Mahi-​Mahi cooked cajun style, Pres­ley had a whole cooked chicken, I kid you not), we decided to hit a few bars. There was the Irish bar, with the vil­lage drunks (and no females), and then there was the Karaoke bar next to Crabby Dicks, with Marie behind the bar, and Karaoke’ers belt­ing our Coun­try songs in the back. At least there were some women at this place… Pres­ley did a rous­ing ren­di­tion of Cheap Trick’s I Want You to Want Me, though I think this crowd didn’t appre­ci­ate it as much as I did.