The intrepid crews of several boats hiked to the bus stop (outside the infamous Brass Monkey) for a trip to Key West on Saturday. In celebration of the independence of the Conch Republic, two weeks of festivities are underway. The bus trip is about 2 hours each way (since we circle the hospital a few times and change buses at Publix and stop along the way for pickups and dropoffs), but it's an excellent chance to people watch and hear some remarkable conversations -- including a seminar loaded with not-so-historical facts on the way down by a rasta in the back.
After the required stop by the Raw Bar for lunch, we hiked to the race track (otherwise known as Duval Street). The drag races were performed by some lovely (and some skanky) drag queens in the highest heels imaginable. They included timed trials, navigating through a maze of tires, all while pushing a shopping cart. It wasn't like Tennessee drag races, but well worth a trip to see (photos included later; our batteries conched out and we hope to get pix from friends). We weren't a bit surprised to see that the races had been invaded by....the Gypsies! It was nice to see them again, and they introduced us to some of their favorite watering holes, El Alamo for a cool place to rest and Green Parrot with a great blues band. It was a long day, but fun for all.
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