Diary of the Red Queen, Mama & Lunatic
Diary of the Red Queen, Mama & Lunatic
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2003-12-11 - 8:29 p.m. This weekend, one of the things that we did was drive down to Sarasota for the purpose of helping my grandparents decorate their condo for Christmas. I've done this for them for the past three years because they're a bit old to be digging stuff out of the attic. Plus, it means so much to them. It really does help their holiday season to have their decorations out. This year, they're hosting Christmas for my family, so the need for decor is even greater. Just like last year, Will kindly said he would help. But this year, instead, we chose to drive down the night before and stay in a local hotel. My grandparents get up really early in the day, and we don't, by choice, so this helped us shift the schedule three hours earlier than it otherwise would have been. We decided when we got to Sarasota that we wanted to go to a bar and have a drink or so. Will has not been 21 for very long and so of course is still enjoying the novelty of drinking legally in public. And I'm enjoying the novelty of bringing him along. The restaurant next to the hotel was closed, so we made our way down US 41. We were just south of the Sarasota airport, if you know the area. Not the best neighborhood. Finally we located a Holiday Inn which had a bar next to it called the Tiki Bar or something like that. It didn't have any windows or a glass door, so there was no way for us to check the situation out before we went in. Several guys came out right before we went in, so I thought it might be a gay bar, but gay bars have excellent drinks too, I know from personal experience, so we went in anyway. It did not turn out to be a gay bar, but a local neighborhood bar with very friendly bartenders who made us some nifty drinks. On our walk back to our hotel, next to a defunct motel and trailer park, we passed a guy going the other way. He looked like he was going to talk to us, and I thought he was going to ask us for money, but instead he just asked us, "You on the street?" "No," I said. "We're fine. But thank you!" Heh, I never thought I'd get mistaken for a homeless person. I guess I look pretty desperate when it's forty degrees outside and all I'm wearing is a thin sweater. :) More later.
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