Carried by a homeless man on the corner of Hwy 119 and some street: NEED BEER TO LIVE. I swear, if he wasn't on the wrong side of traffic, I would have given him a dollar just for that. Maybe more. I even considered turning around to do just that.
On a tattoo shop in the downtown St. Pete area: No people under 18, drinks, drugs, drunk people, smelly people....Open when we're here, Closed when we're not. They weren't there. Otherwise, I sooo would have gone in. After a pit check, of course.
Afterwards, we found a place for lunch at the first place since we had arrived in Florida that didn't offer us 2 for 1 drinks. Which, incidentally, in Florida does not mean if there are two people, one drinks for free. Oh no, they're too smart for that. What it really means is that they bring you both drinks right then. Which means at any given time, Joshua and I had four margaritas on the table. Which also means we only needed one round and a long walk on the beach or a good swim before driving home. By the end of the week, all I wanted was a freakin' Pina Colada, which were never 2 for 1, so this weekend, I'm making a round!
Pina Colada
3 oz Malibu
3 oz pineapple juice
3 oz cream of coconut
Blend with ice, pour into hurricane glass.
Float 1/2 oz Midori on top.
Have a great weekend! xoxo
1 comment:
I love art by Dali and would love to visit the museum some day too! Those are some funny signs - Cheers!
Amy
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