Vacation

Monday:

4:45 am -- After sleeping for 3 hours, we begin our journey. Fly to Atlanta. 3 hour layover. TGI Fridays.



Back on the plane. This time, we get Dreamgirls.



We land in Miami at around 3pm. Rent a car and drive to Key West.



Check into Heron Hideaway at about 7 or so.



Walk around town and look for a place to eat dinner -- Crabby Dick's.



Saw some karaoke. Can you believe Lukas had never heard the song "Fancy" before?

Tuesday:

We hit the beach.



Found a pirate.



Watched the sunset from the tallest building on the island.



Walked to the pier and drank some beer.





Wednesday:

Okay, here's where it gets weird. I can't swim, and I'm kinda squirmy when it comes to sealife. Like, I don't want to touch a fish. But there was an all-day sailing/snorkeling/kayaking trip that sounded like a good deal. Did I mention they had free beer and wine?

I put my snorkel on and jumped into the freezing, rocky waters. The wind was insane that day, so it was quite wave-y. I couldn't speak, could barely move -- I think I had a panic attack.

Here's a pic of me and Lukas in the water.



And the look on my face:



which i guess doesn't look that panicky, but for a while i had the same look on my face as a dog being thrown in the water for the first time.

As for the view underwater, I couldn't really tell you much. I was so scared of seeing a snake that I didn't want to concentrate too hard. Plus, I was having a hard time breathing. I saw a few fish, some rocks... I think i saw a Snork up in there.



Kayaking was fun, but the highlight was probably the trek back to the island, and not just because of the beer. One of the guys on the boat was a very funny lawyer who resembled Edward Norton. He was quite entertaining.

Thursday:

Brunch on the patio:



Another day, another beach. At this point, David and I were neck and neck in the suntan contest.



Alan was not in the running.



At night, we went to a few clubs. We saw a drag queen singing Janis Joplin and Jefferson Airplane song. She was pretty good. Her finale was "And I Am Telling You."

Friday:

Our last day in Key West. We stopped by the Southernmost Point in the U.S for a couple of pictures,



then it was a four hour drive back to Miami.

Our hotel sucked. Our room was tiny. The jacuzzi on the roof was disgusting. And worst of all, the lobby blasted loud ghetto-ass music until five in the morning. (Our room was on the first floor, closest to the entrance).

I'd still say that Miami was my favorite part of the trip.

We met up with a friend of a friend who went to dinner with us.



Then he took us to a few different clubs. The first one featured a Whitney Houston drag queen lip-synching "It's Not Right, But It's Okay," complete with fake coke.



Later, another drag queen performed "One Night Only" from the Dreamgirls soundtrack, and I was quite impressed. It turns out she wanted a sort of performance from me, as later in the night, at a different club, she asked to see my junk in the bathroom. I respectfully declined.

Anyway, we danced the rest of the night at various clubs, said goodbye to Uri, and passed out to the sounds of "My Neck, My Back" being played about five million times in a row.

Saturday:

One more beach.



Then we began the sad march home.



At the Miami Airport, Lukas had his picture taken with a wax statue of me.



Seriously, how weird is that picture?

And for the conclusion -- random pictures: