Straight, I didn't think I'd like Florida. After being out west, I thought it would be too....I don't know, not west. I thought it would be disappointing. But when I was younger I had this idea that I'd retire and go native, buy a little sh*t shack in the Keys and braid hair or whatever to earn beer money. As I got older and life got in the way, that thought went away. But it's back now. Not the braiding hair part, although that's still an option, but the sh*t shack Margaritaville part.
There are little dinosaurs here. Technically they're anoles, and they run amok, but they look like tiny dinos. I was apprehensive about the critter life and thought I wouldn't like that, but they're cute and friendly. They look like they should be, I don't know, selling car insurance or something.
Tonight we found a tiki bar on the water, with a combo band and pretty good chow. It was stressful driving from Orlando to Sarasota, so I was prepared to hate this place and want it to die, but a couple of Johnny Cash songs, a Chicago dog, and a few ciders and I was good to go. There's never a whole lot wrong with me that a good dog drug through the garden won't fix.
Old people get a bad rap here. And there are a sh*t TON of old people. They don't call this state "God's waiting room" for nothing. And the old people do drive like crap BUT it's the impatient young people who are the real hazard. They get bent and zip around in a fit of rage because the old people DARE to drive less than 20 mph over the speed limit. The seniors are predictable and therefore easy to work around; the yoots on the other hand need to be tased.
There are little dinosaurs here. Technically they're anoles, and they run amok, but they look like tiny dinos. I was apprehensive about the critter life and thought I wouldn't like that, but they're cute and friendly. They look like they should be, I don't know, selling car insurance or something.
Tonight we found a tiki bar on the water, with a combo band and pretty good chow. It was stressful driving from Orlando to Sarasota, so I was prepared to hate this place and want it to die, but a couple of Johnny Cash songs, a Chicago dog, and a few ciders and I was good to go. There's never a whole lot wrong with me that a good dog drug through the garden won't fix.
Old people get a bad rap here. And there are a sh*t TON of old people. They don't call this state "God's waiting room" for nothing. And the old people do drive like crap BUT it's the impatient young people who are the real hazard. They get bent and zip around in a fit of rage because the old people DARE to drive less than 20 mph over the speed limit. The seniors are predictable and therefore easy to work around; the yoots on the other hand need to be tased.