Key West, Florida...very relaxing vacation.
Jordan took down not 1 but 2 fishing poles in 1 week...my great-uncle just kept shaking his head and laughing. We arrived in Miami late on Friday after having a couple of hour delay in Houston. We made our way into Continental's President Club while in Houston because Jordan's step-dad happened to be stranded too and he got us in. Open Bar...'nuf said. By the time we arrived in Miami we were a little bit hammered. While waiting for my mom, we saw a Porshe and a BMW, both with Miami Heat License plates...the drivers were short white guys so we assumed they were waiting for someone else. My mom rolled up in the rented Mini Van...what, what! We drove to West Palm Beach and spent two nights, hanging out with family. Then, we were off to the Keys. On the way, we stopped back in Miami to pick up my mom's best friend and her husband.
When we got to our home for the next week, we were greeted by tiny Key Deer. Nothing like the big Colorado deer. We stayed at a fishing lodge in Big Pine Key, where my great-uncle lives for the most of the summer in an RV and docks his boat. He and Jordan made fast friends when we walked up to my uncle's camp area and there was a fully stocked bar. When Jordan asked for bourbon, my uncle said, "Well, i accidentally bought Jim Beam Black instead of Jack Daniels. Do you mind?" Did he mind? Nope, it was love. The week consisted of fishing on his boat everyday, lots of drinking, great food and of course, Karaoke. My mom sang for the first time and had a blast, especially after a shot of, ew, barf, Cuervo. Jordan blew everyone away with Folsom Prison Blues. Or maybe it was just the alcohol but damn he sounded like Johnny Cash. We also went Lobster fishing every day which means you snorkel around and if you spot two little antennae coming out of a hole you dive down to the bottom with a net and a "tickler" to coax the lobster into your net. Those suckers are quick. My uncle caught a couple but he is an old pro and the rest of us just kicked around pretending like we knew what we were doing. The 2 Moray eel that we spoted made me a little reluctant to stick the tickler into any hole...hahaha...
We went to Key West the last night and did the tourist thing. Key West has no open container policy, so it is basically one big pub crawl. At every bar, you can get a souvenir cup with something called either Pirate's Punch or Captain Tony's Punch. Captain Tony's was where Jimmy Buffet started, playing for $10 and a couple of Budweisers.
Anyone want to go next year? NBN...C4....hint hint hint....
