"This is the BEST!", we all exclaimed as we pulled into the marina in Key West. It was a swanky little hotel marina village lined with a collection of adorable shops and just a few steps from Duval Street. We scored.
You see yesterday we called nearly every marina in Key West looking for a slip only to hear "We're full - this is New Years in Key West- good luck" Val was sad because she really wanted Ben to experience Key West; Tommy just accepted it and said, "Let's go straight to Naples. It's warmer there anyway" I have always been one of those people who gets super motivated by the phrase, "You can't have or do that" So armed with my iphone I sprang into action and found us perhaps the last available slip in Key West and here we are.
We all hopped off the boat and scampered off in different directions to explore Hemmingway's favorite island. Then we met at Sloppy Joes for a Hurricane (specialty drink of the house) to share tales about what we saw. We got back to the boat and it was rocking a little but we figured once the ferry boats stopped running it'd be fine. So we decided to wait it out at a lovely Bistro where we had a decadent dinner.
The ferry boats are at dock, it is midnight, and we are pitching side to side at a feverish rate. Our shore power is intermittent so while we rock back and forth, our air conditioning keeps cutting out making for a nice warm berth. Added to the ambiance is the rythmic slapping of waves against the bow. No one is sleeping except Baby Ella. Actually if they'd pipe in "Old MacDonald" or "Twinkle Twinkle" through the PA system, it would be like we were in a big giant baby swing. It's not so much the rocking that is keeping me awake, it's how loudly I can hear Tommy thinking "We should have gone to Naples"
This is the worst.
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