November 22, 2004
Is Nothing Sacred?
Well, not at Velociworld, but that's not my point. I received some correspondence in the post today. They're turning the Bilmar into condos! Those greasy bastards. Where am I going to stay in St. Pete now? I suppose I could stay next door at the Thunderbird, but damn. The Bilmar is my baby.
It was bad enough when they condoed Indian Rocks Beach, but now they're after Treasure Island.
You know, on second thought, maybe I could swing one of these puppies. Then I could retire at the Bilmar! They'd better keep the Sloppy Joe's, though. I have been known to work up a powerful thirst upon occasion.
Depends on who you ask. But after having dangled hand-cuffs in front of the Bible study leader's wife, I'm saying that evidently nothing is sacred in my book.
Chase your nostalgia with two oxycodones, and call me in the morning.
Posted by: Key at November 22, 2004 7:47 PMMy Mom ain't found me yet.
Y'all think she's still lookin'?
I like Ice Cream.
As with most things, those from our past that we love will "go condo" on us. However your direct problem with the Bilmar just makes me think I need to read some Hiaasen, it's been a while.
Posted by: Dishonerable Schoolboy at November 23, 2004 10:05 AMClassy place. I figured you more for a cinder block joint - towel costs 2 bucks extra - kind of guy.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at November 23, 2004 1:55 PM