Key West - Sunset

Sunsets in Key West. It's one of several things we'd been hearing about. So, off to Mallory Square for the Sunset Celebration. It was quite a walk to find a spot to park and give our tired feet a bit of a rest, but our spot was not bad at all...check it out.

My picture. (one of my favorites of the trip)

Sam's picture. (Clearly, I didn't do it the way he wanted...) :)

Sam's picture of the water glinting in the sunset.

Me at sunset.

Josh at sunset.

Sam at sunset (self portrait)

I got the camera back and took my version of the sunlight glinting off the water.

I squish the sunset.

Down...

Down...

Gone. The musician who was performing behind us said that if that island filled with the uber-expensive homes of Jimmy Buffett and other notables wasn't in our way we should be able to see the green flashes. He then suggested people could see green flash in front of him if we started dropping tips in the jar. (hardy-har-har)

Sadly, the only flashes we saw were of a few people's butts. A boat-load of drunk asses decided to show us where their heads live. No, I did not take a photo. Not a memory I have any interest in keeping.

But I looked up the green flashes and here, according to a random tourism site blog, is what a green flash is supposed to be:

The Green Flash, not a comic book character, but an atmospheric event - that startling glint of neon green that appears just for a second on the upper curve of the sun just as its last little sliver dips under the horizon. An optical sunrise or sunset atmospheric phenomenon, it lasts but a second or two and is the piéce de résistance of an etheral event, if you are lucky enough to see it.

Maybe next time we'll find a camping spot on the island and get a chance to see it. Or Sam will get one of the boats he was drooling over...

Off to dinner. I don't remember the name of the place, but I do recall Sam saying it was a restaurant owned and named for someone who has a self-inflated importance. The food was good, but the bottom of the barrel compared to what we had been getting in Key West. Not their fault that it wasn't as AMAZING as everything else had been so far. Perhaps this person will be happy that I can't remember his name. Anyway, Sam enjoyed climbing out of the window to stand on the street and people watch during our meal. This is him standing outside the window next to our table. Yeah, he can take all the pictures of us, but he doesn't look pleased when I'm taking one of him. :)

Sadly, I can't remember who shot this photo. I think it might have been Josh. Please correct me if I'm wrong. The guy trying to pull people into the restaurant was popular...with all the passing drunk people. This group made him pick up each girl and take individual shots too. This was a great picture though. Check out the legs on that shark...naaa...not as funny as my mangrove crack earlier.

I don't know how this started...it just did.

yeah...

I think we must have been tired.

Sam gets artsy fartsy again and tells us all about his L.A.M.E. photo project. This would have been funnier if I could remember what the letters stood for. (pssst...Sam, let me know and I'll make it funnier.) ;)

Josh? Yep, that's Josh.

So, when we were in Hemingway's master bedroom one of the chairs at the foot of the bed was a birthing chair. Hemingway had a back injury and used the chair quite frequently, according to our tour guide. After dinner, we took a short walk along Duval Street until we realized none of us cared about bar hopping or seeing anything in particular. So, we went back to Mallory Square to enjoy the breeze off the water. Josh attempted to recreate the birthing chair feel and swears he was very comfortable here. A very random joke of a man walked up at one point and said he was "chillaxin." In an attempt to dismiss him, Josh tried to pretend like he didn't know what he was talking about. Stupid man merely stepped over him and said, "You don't know what chillaxin is? You are the definition of it." Then he held out his fist for a bump. Josh bumped it and dude finally be-bopped to another group of people. Awesome.

Sam was our fish guy. Standing over water, swimming in water or ordering from a menu, he was the dude to tell us what we were looking at. While at Mallory Square, he was working to snap some photos of the fish he could see in the dark. This was the best of the bunch...a fish with headlights. Neato.