Day 5: Back to Miami

Last night was cold! I know it’s much colder home in Boston, but Key West shouldn’t be 50 and windy as hell! We spent our second night head­ing down to Mal­lory Square for Sunset. I was wear­ing a wool turtle­neck sweater, and was chilly.

Sadly, we walked around the Hilton (which basi­cally took over the water­front a few years ago), but couldn’t find the Cat Man. We did catch Jeep and Mo and some tumbling/acrobatic group. Not bad, I sup­pose, but noth­ing you couldn’t get at Fanueil Hall on a Friday Night.

Drink­ing was again the goal, but we had such dif­fi­culty find­ing good places to drink. After a drink in some sports-​type bar on Duval, which had the Patri­ots play­off game on, we set­tled on Key West’s cheesy land­mark, the Hog’s Breath. The food is aver­age, the ser­vice was ter­ri­ble (we ordered dinner in the bar), and the music can only be described as awful. D’ya like Dave Matthews or Jimmy Buffet? super.

So, we walked up and down Duval again, and retired around mid­night, utterly sober.

In the morn­ing, we took the scoot­ers for a ride again, and then returned them. Then we headed down Route 1, back to Miami.

Meet­ing Sara in South Beach, we walked along Lin­coln Road, brows­ing the antiques and over­priced cloth­ing shops. We ate at the Nexxt Cafe — which is a bit like the Cheese­cake Fac­tory, only you’re stuffed into a hun­dred tables out on the side­walk where you can watch the beau­ti­ful people and ugly tourists shuf­fle by. I could tell you what I ordered, but it wasn’t really memorable.

It was nice to see Sara, and escape the Totally Tourist ambi­ence of Key West. Sadly, I’m a city boy. How­ever, you Miami folks honk your horns too much. For now reason. Seriously.

Since our flight is leav­ing tomor­row at 7:25am, I think we’re going to leave here and find a cheap motel near the air­port. End of vaca­tion, and back to work!