It Was All "That Lady's " Fault

How were we to know?

We thought 5th Ave. was such a cool area to hangout in downtown Naples, Florida.

That is until "that lady", the one that started talking to us, told us oh no, you girls need to go to 3rd Ave. Third is where all the fun is. Third is more for you two. (Huh? Do we look like Wayne and Garth, party on!)

She also told us we just HAD to eat drink key lime martini's at Tommy Bahamas on 3rd.

With an hour wait for a table at Tommy's, we decided to check out the area. To get into the "key lime" mode, we ordered a glass of wine and a key lime tart around the corner.

(sorry, blurry cell phone shots)

I seem to have been acquiring a "boyfriend of the day" since we got here, and tonight was no different.

I decided I was going to hold out, wait for the real worthy one. But, it wasn't long until I caught his eye. He kept beckoning to me. He was so forward, insisting I come over to him rather than him joining us. He was playful enough and kept nudging me. He has killer eyes and I admit, I was smitten right away. I couldn't hold back, I had to kiss him. Even though I'd prefer to keep conversation light hearted when I first meet someone, this dude just wanted to let me know he was hung like a ... well, you get it.


We finally got a perfect outdoor table at Tommy's and ordered our first (of a couple) key lime martini's. My-O-My!



Graham cracker crumbs, for rimming the glass (snort :rimming: sorry!)
2 lime wedges
6 T. vanilla flavored vodka
¼ cup key lime liquor
2 T. pineapple juice
2 T. heavy whipping cream
Ice

Pour the graham cracker crumbs into a shallow dish. Rub a lime wedge around the edge of a martini glass and roll the edge in the graham cracker crumbs. Chill the glass for 30 minutes or until ready to serve.

Combine the vodka, key lime liquor, pineapple juice and cream in a shaker. Fill the shaker half full with ice and shake until well blended. Pour into prepared martini glass, garnish with a lime wedge and serve immediately.

We shared coconut shrimp and sea bass and so many laughs. The table next to us was celebrating someones birthday. They were co-workers and family, grandmas and twenty somethings. All party animals and dancing to the live entertainment. They were moving down to 5th (bwahahah, see, we knew it was a cool place) and extended an invitation for us to join them.

We had a great night. What happens in Naples, stays in Naples.

Biotch

Oops, I mean beach.

Just like yesterday, we are spending the whole day at the beach.

Yesterday was just a dress rehearsal.

Vacation Update

Cliff note version ... make that an update in pictures.
(click on pics to enlarge)

House hunting with Sandi.
(should be almost dead billionaire next ex-husband hunting first)

My new backyard.
(in my dreams)

Picking out a new boat.

A visit with Marv & Mom, Venice, Florida.

My niece Tiffany modeling draperies, quite well I'd say.
(needs a tasseled tieback)

How does this statue fit in with a Florida theme?
It's in Sarasota, shouldn't it be in New York?
I bet a lot of 12 y/old boys peek up that dress!
(and why did we take a picture of it?)

And for our exercise, we're learning this:
(Justin, we need you)

No Way We'll Be Getting Any Cocktail Peanuts After This!

Hi MM readers - Tiff here, aka "Fannee Doolee" - Nancy's niece. I asked Nancy if I could guest post while she is on vacation. Ironically, I am on vacation, too, and not too far from Thelma & Louise (or Lucy & Ethel, as the case may be). My vacation started with an experience with a Delta employee that had me not only missing my blogging days, but seriously concerned about the mental health of airline employees . . .

We flew out Sunday morning, EARLY. Not surprisingly, I bustle up to the gate 5 minutes before boarding, with An and baby Bridget in tow. We check in, get a claim tag for the car seat, and prepare to gather our bags, when the Delta gate agent shoves two frequent flyer applications at me and An. He doesn't ask us, but tells us - "Here, fill these out and bring them right back to me." I plan on using my three remaining minutes before boarding to hit the rest room, but rather than explain that to Sir Pushy, I shove the applications, Delta pens attached, into my carry-on bag and prepare to board.

I run to the bathroom, run back, and gather my baby and my bags as they call our zone to board. As I walk past, my hands obviously full, the gate guy again asks, "So, did you fill out those applications for me?" I shake my head and roll my eyes as I walk past, thinking the answer must be obvious. "I'll do it on the plane and turn them in at the next airport." I call out.

"Wait - I need those pens back!"

Like I said, it's early, I'm pre-occupied, so I assume I must have heard him wrong. He really didn't yell after me to bring back two very cheap ink pens, did he?

Squish, push, shove, lift, cram, cram, buckle - I am winded and sweaty by the time we are settled in our next-to-the-last-row seats, carry-on luggage stowed, and all other passengers impatiently waiting for us to get Bridget quieted down.

I look up, and who do I see walking down the isle, all the way to the back of the plane, to find me - the lady with the baby - who I'm now trying to discretely nurse.

"Mam, could I get those pens back from you? Those are really hard to come by."

Dumbfounded, I dig through my bag, but can only find one. The other is now part of my permanent (and apparently priceless) collection of writing utensils:


I mean, could this really be worth more than the apparent 39 cents? Should put it up on e-Bay? Is there a special auction listing for items precious only to disfunctional Delta airline employees?

. . . . and now, back to your regular programming. Thanks, Nanc!