Hey, folks. I'm back from my seasonal breather from the ol' blog. Miss me?
Florida was a lot of fun. I could go on at length about Hemingway's house*, excellent Cuban food, or how everyone down there is seemingly attached to cell phones at all times. But I won't, since there's only one thing that begs notice: the elusive Caveman Valkyrie has finally been photographed.
On our last day in Key West, we spotted this dude wearing only a caveman outfit and a viking helmet...riding a fuzzy, rainbow colored bicycle...while chomping down on a cigar. He continously rode up and down Duval Street, probably for the benefit of us touristas. And I had an epiphany as to how to get out of my career slump: I will become his understudy. Why not? Key West's a cool place. His "job" can't be too stressful. And I'll easily avoid my law school student loans by assuming an alias (my first choice: Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck).
After brainstorming over a fine lunch (roasted pork sandwich, fries, Red Stripe, key lime pie), my friends and I came up with my own disparate wardrobe combination: kilt, tri-cornered hat, and pipe. And I will cruise in either a motorized Razor scooter or a three wheeled taxi bike.
I am so out of here.
Alright, a few more choice pictures from my trip...
Me enjoying a Papa Dobles at Sloppy Joe's.
This needs no caption.
Criticizing Castro's Communist regime (not the fine people of Cuba) with KPMD.
To those in the know, I'll post all of my pics at the usual place later on this week.
*I now have yet another qualification to look for in a future mate: a desire - or at least a willingness - to get married by a Hemingway look-alike at Papa's home.