July 16, 2007
Lookin' Out My Back Door
Not a bad view, but I'm ready to flip this beast. Move to the beach.
I envision a low slung bungalow a block off the beach. Tourquoise shutters, a stone seahorse on the wall, pink flamingoes. A short beach bike ride to Pete's Bar, thongs, flip flops, rum. Forget the AC and let the breeze blow through the open windows.
Have I left anything out?
Jolly Roger flying from the poop deck?
Posted by: Dash at July 16, 2007 12:35 PMNaked women?
Posted by: De at July 16, 2007 12:59 PMThe crocs. They must be a few in the water in that picture.
Posted by: Lewis at July 16, 2007 1:10 PMThey Gatuurrrzzzz! Why one must keep a Bulldog around. Primacy of the eco chain.
Posted by: Velociman at July 16, 2007 1:14 PMHigh tide come knocking at your door?
Bella not staying out of the water and smelling like wet dog all the time?
But then again, you could use Bella as a chick magnet and get all the girls coming around to pet your pooch.
Thongs AND flip-flops?!!
Had to re-read that sentence. Disturbing, if you're the one wearing the thongs.
Of course, if one must live in Florida, the beach is the only choice. Anywhere else is just awful.
I've lived in Florida all my life and just made it to the beach-life in the last 2 years. The primordial slack encountered anywhere east of I-95 is sure to turn the most hard-working and ambitious soul into a Parrot-Head within about... 2 years.
Yes, it takes effort to get the dog into the car, hop the Vilano Bridge and head for Porpoise Point, but the funny thing is, I've never regretted a minute I've spent at the beach.
Except for that time as a teenager I went surfing with my church youth group at Vilano. Waves worked me over, I grabbed my board and stumbled and coughed my way toward the beach... not knowing I had tangled the top of my bikini around my neck.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at July 16, 2007 1:52 PMWe Volunteers prefer not to use the word "Gators" in mixed company, especially in the fall. We find it offensive to say the least.
Posted by: Lewis at July 16, 2007 2:40 PMThe money to buy said bungalow?
Posted by: Denny at July 16, 2007 3:06 PMWhy, from you Denny. Why do you think I keep you around?
Posted by: Velociman at July 16, 2007 3:11 PM... one sweet view, killer.... most excellent...
Posted by: Eric at July 16, 2007 4:33 PMIf that was what I saw outen my back window every morning, I'd be hard-pressed to move.
Gators? No prob. Throw 'em a poodle every couple days and they're happy.
You just have to watch you don't get conked on th' noggin by a falling Cocoa-Nut.
Posted by: Elisson at July 16, 2007 5:17 PMChicks to bring you the booze. Preferably well built.
Posted by: Richard at July 16, 2007 7:15 PME... he's too far north for cocoa-nutz in da treez.
Posted by: Jean at July 16, 2007 7:22 PMI pack my own cocoanuts.
Posted by: Velociman at July 16, 2007 7:25 PMAnd Jean's been here! The rest of you just wish.
Posted by: Velociman at July 16, 2007 7:26 PMActually, Jean is the only blogger to ever cross my threshold. There should be a prize for that. Cocoanuts?
Posted by: Velociman at July 16, 2007 7:27 PMI hear cocoanuts are better in pairs...
Posted by: Jean at July 16, 2007 7:37 PMYeah, probably. I always do when I go to the beach. I didn't hear sea food in there anywhere, you will need to eat somethin', sometime. Hell, even I have to eat once in a while. Fishin' rod. Bait. Cooler. Ice. Polarized sun glasses, and... titties. Can't forget them at the beach. Not for very long anyway. Hell man, that's the good thing about the beach, ... constant reminders.
Posted by: RedNeck at July 16, 2007 8:49 PMI wanna swim in your pool! Looks sooooo good.
Posted by: Chickie at July 16, 2007 9:42 PM"Have I left anything out?"
yep. But if you zip up quick, nobody'll complain.
Posted by: og at July 16, 2007 10:21 PMMy, what an excellent shot of your pool vacuum.
Posted by: Erica at July 16, 2007 10:34 PMMosquito infested swap turned prime real estate. Sweet........
Posted by: bitterman at July 18, 2007 4:25 AM