I am having a blast. The weather here is to die for. I played golf at Weston Hills the other day. All but one green was in tip top shape. I got paired up with a nice couple, the Mathesons, and aside from 2 or 3 disgraceful shots, I played pretty darn well. I have also enjoyed great company and some good seafood (a commodity which is unavailable in Atlanta). I can honestly say I have been all over West Palm. Some of the highlights of the trip include a party on the Sweetwater beach, and a nice evening at the oasis at Sawgrass and a fireworks display on Del Ray Beach. I always find the contrast between Ga. and different parts of Fla. interesting to say the least. For one thing I have seen more fake boobs here than LA. The roads here are wild and the drivers are unbelievable. So far I have seen at least 3 accidents where cars have been flipped or standing vertically. You see around here every highway is 3 lanes, with two right up against a large concrete median. A lot of people seem to run into that median, with dire consequences. Midday on Thursday I actually saw a minivan on top of an economy car... a grotesque seen. In West Palm it seems the turn signal hasn't been invented. Another strange aspect of life here, is the fact that local use a compass to give directions. Example go west on Federal... only the sign for federal reads 6th ave sw, and how the hell do I know which way is west. Just tell me the street and which way to turn for god sake.
Although this trip seems to be going great, if I had this to do over again I would probably stay off sunrise near beach place. That way I could be near the overpriced stores I enjoy, as well as people that are as snobby and superficial as I am. I met a friend of a friend who directed and produced porn, he had a high-rise there. This dude's Condo was awesome, it overlooked the beach and a Marina filled with yachts. I had to valet park my rental there, I felt kinda strange handing a valet my Daewoo rental keys. To say this guy lives an interesting life is a huge understatement. I mean I am too shy to offer a pretty girl a drink, and here he is asking them to be in a porno. His business card is a business card sized collection of XXX clips. He even bangs some of the starlets once in a while, but of course I didn't meet any this go around. Maybe I can, uh *use* his business card later.
The last day of my trip, I dragged my hung over body out of bed in time for all out assault on my digestive system by visiting the local Cracker Barrel, which turned out to be pretty much next door to the place where most of my friends were staying. I gotta say I left my crummy hotel just in time. A large family reunion or some ridiculous thing was taking place. You had one parent screaming from the 5th floor balcony to their kids in the lobby. I asked one of these people what the hell was wrong with them. But the nail in the coffin was the fact that the health club was out of order. Guess I just have great timing, because I used it every single day but the last. The little restaurant attached to my hotel was like one big monument to Pete Rose, maybe Pete Roses' is a chain, but I have never seen one up until this trip. I kind liked seeing the old memorabilia, reminded me of watch Pete Rose play baseball when I was young. Food wasn't terrible either. Today I mostly killied time before my flight looking at the multi-million dollar beachfront homes in and around downtown West Palm. I also enjoyed a decent meal (Bucca di Beppo) by the airport with an old friend who lives here.
Well I am sitting on plane as I write this, because it seems that Florida is done with me. Even though I didn't get laid this trip, I am sitting on an exit row in the aisle seat with empty seats next to and behind me, and that is almost as good. Why am I always near a freaking crying baby "Lady will you PLEASE shut your baby up." I really think this god damned baby in front of me shit in his pants. Oh wait actually this kid threw up down his mothers' blouse... that is pretty disgusting.
Bye bye all you kooky Florida people... posted by Keith at 9:21 PM
