Thursday: Depart from Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. Sleep on plane. Arrive at Ft. Meyers. Get picked up by Sandy, the craziest 61 year old alive. Surprise Grandpa by showing up in Great Aunt and Uncle's golf cart. Leave him speechless. Go swimming, get dinner, walk along the beach, find a live conch shell hunting. Take conch home. Night swim.
Friday: Drive the 6 hours (that became about 8) to Key West. Get a room at the Curry Mansion, which is a beautiful old mansion turned B&B. Enjoy free cocktail hour before heading up to Mallory Square for the sun set. Dinner at Sloppy Joe's. Night swim. Power goes out as we're back in our room. Dad stumbles around the room hunting for his underwear.
Saturday: Explore mansion and admire the old phonograph and wax cylinders. Parasail. Twice. Shop. Leave Key West for Ft. Meyers. Night swim.
Sunday: Go deep sea fishing with Crazy Sandy. Discover I hate Dramamine because it drugs me. Might be related to the only drug I'm allergic to. Check emails for the first time the whole trip. Play Wii Sports with Grandpa. Pass out before 9.
Monday: Get up late, swim some, chill, meet up with Great Aunt, Uncle, Mom's cousin and his wife, and go eat. Go back and drink with the old people, including Mom's friends and Crazy Sandy. Learn way too much about the habits of the senior citizen community. Swim. With Mom and Dad, help an old woman with Alzheimer's to the guard station to find her home.
Now, it's Tuesday night, and I'm home. And mostly packed up to return to Ada to move into my new apartment. Then, I'm spending the whole rest of that day settling. And by settling, I'm putting up the 26,000 pictures and posters I have, watching a movie or two, and just getting used to the place.
Summer's just about over now. When it's completely done (as in, the next few days), I'll probably reflect on it. Got a feeling I'm not necessarily going to like what I find. But, hey, that's growing up.
"out on the road today
I saw a dead head sticker on a cadillaca voice inside my head said don't look back
you can never look back
I thought i knew what love was
what did i know
those days are gone for ever
I should just let them go and..."
-The Eagles, The Boys of Summer
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