3 for 3

So Friday night we managed to get through the whole night without having a drunken stranger walk through our house.  Saturday, the wife of one of Michael's co-workers threw a surprise party for her hubby and wanted us to act as the catalyst to get him there. Scott is getting ready to hit one of those birthdays with a year ending in zero and is not happy about it. We're just glad that we have a couple more years before we're staring down that number too. The shebang started at the Conch Republic Seafood Co. and we got a good laugh when we discovered that Paula had asked a friend to dress up as the grim reaper. Now that's just cruel.

I love the look on the face of the guy on the right.

After a couple of drinks, we headed over to the Sunset Cafe. It turned out a wedding reception was happening out on the pier, and the bride and groom had just arrived. We really wanted to have the grim reaper sneak into one of the many pictures a photographer was taking of the happy couple, but I don't think it happened.

Needless to say the costume did get a lot of attention, and one guy seemed particularly interested in taking the reaper home with him. One of our crowd pointed out that it would have to be a one night stand. Get it?

Anyway, the group continued on after that, bar hopping down the island, but we were starving and headed off to The Cafe with another couple. We had heard that the fake sausage pizza could fool a carnivore so tried that. It was fantastic. The sangria was tasty too. Quite full, Michael and I headed back to our place and we were snoozing by 10:30. Sheesh. Three hours later...bang, bang, bang....bang, bang, bang. Oh, for Pete's sake! Michael gets up and looks out the window and says to me, "It's a drunk guy." Ya think? "He's naked." Well, that's new.

Naked Man: Oh jeez. Don't look. I'm naked.

Michael: Yes, I see that.

Naked Man: Where am I? What state?

Michael: Um, Key West, FL.

Naked Man: Oh yeah! Ok, I was with a bunch of guys. We're at x hotel on Roosevelt. My group is from a financial company - xyz.

Michael: (No comment on the company fools.) Guess the hotel shuttle won't come get you?

Naked Man: Can you call the police? I don't know where I am.

Michael: I'm not sure that's the best use of their time.

Naked Man: Um, can you give me a towel? I'll bring it back.

Michael (looking at me): Do we have an extra towel?

Me: No, we don't have extra anything. We don't even have beach towels. %$*! Find a pair of shorts you can part with.

Do NOT google "naked drunk image"

It was obvious this poor guy was caught up in his own version of The Hangover, so Michael started scrounging through his closet, pulled out a pair of shorts (which were a little tight on the dude), and went outside.  If we had a car, we would have taken him to his hotel, but there was no way we were putting a drunk guy on a moped. Michael ended up pointing him toward the right road and telling him to hit a gas station.

This is funny in an are-you-kidding-me sort of way, but one of these days the drunk might not be so docile. I really don't get why our house keeps getting targeted. We're not anywhere near party central. We've got a vacant house right next to us, and you have to go to the back of this house and up some very steep stairs to get to our outer door. Not exactly drunk friendly. There's a porch right in front and downstairs - why not bang on that door? The only common thread here is that we get our visitors just minutes after our neighbor comes home. She barricades herself inside and leaves us to deal with the interloper. I don't know if they follow her home or what (they don't really ask for her), but if this happens again, things are going to go differently...

I think Sunday's plan is to head to the civil war re-enactments going on at Fort Zachary (it's been 150 years!). The beach is right there, and since we're paying to get into the park, we'll try to make a day of it. No drunks allowed! Zzzzzzzzzzz