WWTBAM Bored

Well, now that I am technically unemployed, I felt the need for a short vacation, so I went down to Key West for a few days (courtesy of USAir, which generously gave me a lot of frequent flyer miles; I wanted to use them up before they disappear, as happened with United. And Delta. And American).

Well again. Key West is a really neat place, very laid back. Whereas New Orleans is 'let the good times roll' (in a decadent fashion), Key West is 'don't worry, be happy' in the best possible way. My ambition was to become totally satiated with key lime pie and margaritas, and I did come close (you can NEVER have TOO MUCH key lime pie or TOO MANY margaritas).

But there was one hint of decadence. Whilst walking down Duval Street late the first afternoon, I happened to see a young lady walking toward me with her boyfriend (or her john, hard to tell). She was wearing some very tight jeans ('tight' as in 'spray painted on') that were also very low cut, and she apparently forgot to pull up the zipper. How low cut were these unzippered jeans? Let's just say, it was obvious that she was a natural brunette.

OK, the next day, about the same time in the late afternoon, I happened to see her again. She was with a different guy this time, and he was pushing a baby stroller. She was somewhat more formally dressed now, wearing a sarongy kind of skirt that was pinned up to her hip on the left side. Which would have been, um, kind of revealing, even if she had been wearing underpants. Which she was not. And don't ask me about piercings, because I CANNOT go there.

13 years of Catholic school did NOT prepare me for this.

While you were getting a nice tan and seeing the "sights" in Key West, we had a thread that evolved into "plumber's crack"...even had an avatar or two to document it. The consensus was it's no longer confined to plumbers.
You can see way more of a stranger's anatomy than we ever wanted thanks to today's fashions and/or morals. I think your experience just confirmed that.

Hope you're well rested. Welcome back!

wintergreen48 wrote:My ambition was to become totally satiated with key lime pie and margaritas, and I did come close (you can NEVER have TOO MUCH key lime pie or TOO MANY margaritas).

Well, you're had too many when you can't move.

Why not combine both and eat Margarita pie?

Sounds pretty benign for Key West. At least she had something on, more or less. During the Fantasy Fest in Key West paint passes for clothing.

I'm just sayin'.



So is this her? She seems to have a similar low cut zipper issue...

wintergreen48 wrote:But there was one hint of decadence. Whilst walking down Duval Street late the first afternoon, I happened to see a young lady walking toward me with her boyfriend (or her john, hard to tell). She was wearing some very tight jeans ('tight' as in 'spray painted on') that were also very low cut, and she apparently forgot to pull up the zipper. How low cut were these unzippered jeans? Let's just say, it was obvious that she was a natural brunette.

OK, the next day, about the same time in the late afternoon, I happened to see her again. She was with a different guy this time, and he was pushing a baby stroller. She was somewhat more formally dressed now, wearing a sarongy kind of skirt that was pinned up to her hip on the left side. Which would have been, um, kind of revealing, even if she had been wearing underpants. Which she was not. And don't ask me about piercings, because I CANNOT go there.

Did you get her phone number? I only ask because.... uh..... I need to ask her for a check, of course, yeah, for that blatant violation of God's dress code. I wonder if I can convice her to deliver it personally?

Isn't it nice all that body paint hides the scars from the breast implants?
We were watching some of Miss USA Friday night and even my twenty something daughter & her friend commented on the "perkiness" and how it doesn't matter how young & well endowed you might be, it's hard to have that "perkiness" at the same time. Not saying it can't happen, but probably not the "norm".

wintergreen48 wrote:Well, now that I am technically unemployed, I felt the need for a short vacation, so I went down to Key West for a few days (courtesy of USAir, which generously gave me a lot of frequent flyer miles; I wanted to use them up before they disappear, as happened with United. And Delta. And American).

Well again. Key West is a really neat place, very laid back. Whereas New Orleans is 'let the good times roll' (in a decadent fashion), Key West is 'don't worry, be happy' in the best possible way. My ambition was to become totally satiated with key lime pie and margaritas, and I did come close (you can NEVER have TOO MUCH key lime pie or TOO MANY margaritas).

But there was one hint of decadence. Whilst walking down Duval Street late the first afternoon, I happened to see a young lady walking toward me with her boyfriend (or her john, hard to tell). She was wearing some very tight jeans ('tight' as in 'spray painted on') that were also very low cut, and she apparently forgot to pull up the zipper. How low cut were these unzippered jeans? Let's just say, it was obvious that she was a natural brunette.

OK, the next day, about the same time in the late afternoon, I happened to see her again. She was with a different guy this time, and he was pushing a baby stroller. She was somewhat more formally dressed now, wearing a sarongy kind of skirt that was pinned up to her hip on the left side. Which would have been, um, kind of revealing, even if she had been wearing underpants. Which she was not. And don't ask me about piercings, because I CANNOT go there.

13 years of Catholic school did NOT prepare me for this.

Were you stalking her?

tanstaafl2 wrote:Sounds pretty benign for Key West. At least she had something on, more or less. During the Fantasy Fest in Key West paint passes for clothing.

I'm just sayin'.



So is this her? She seems to have a similar low cut zipper issue...

Yeah, those are real.

People are allowed to walk around like that?

wintergreen48 wrote: But there was one hint of decadence. Whilst walking down Duval Street late the first afternoon, I happened to see a young lady walking toward me with her boyfriend (or her john, hard to tell). She was wearing some very tight jeans ('tight' as in 'spray painted on') that were also very low cut, and she apparently forgot to pull up the zipper. How low cut were these unzippered jeans? Let's just say, it was obvious that she was a natural brunette.

OK, the next day, about the same time in the late afternoon, I happened to see her again. She was with a different guy this time, and he was pushing a baby stroller. She was somewhat more formally dressed now, wearing a sarongy kind of skirt that was pinned up to her hip on the left side. Which would have been, um, kind of revealing, even if she had been wearing underpants. Which she was not. And don't ask me about piercings, because I CANNOT go there.

There is an obvious answer to why she was with two guys. Maybe she is a twin and each twin has their own guy.

wintergreen48 wrote: (you can NEVER have TOO MUCH key lime pie or TOO MANY margaritas).

I agree with never too much key lime pie.

Too many margaritas? Uh, yeah, you can. I have proved it twice, no, three times in my life. Two of the time I can actually remember some of the details. The other time, well, there was plenty of evidence even without the memory.

wintergreen said:

Let's just say, it was obvious that she was a natural brunette.



It's pretty rare to find evidence that a brunette is not "natural." Even if she isn't.

And, there are plenty of natural blondes who wouldn't be able to prove their blondishness by your test.

We keep records at Skippy's, you know.

PlacentiaSoccerMom wrote:

tanstaafl2 wrote:Sounds pretty benign for Key West. At least she had something on, more or less. During the Fantasy Fest in Key West paint passes for clothing.

I'm just sayin'.



So is this her? She seems to have a similar low cut zipper issue...

Yeah, those are real.

People are allowed to walk around like that?

I would bet money that the top two are fake and the bottom two aren't.

I would not take that bet.

I saw Jamie Lee Curtis on Oprah - she said that as a 21 year old showing her breasts in a movie is no big deal. As a mom and a grandmom, that she did that and they see that mortifies her.

Wonder how these girls will feel in 30 years.

My 76 year old dad was watching the Miss USA pageant and commented that so many of the women had nice......
teeth.

Here were are living in a age where everyone over the age of 13 has a camera phone and posts everything in on the web or its on the nightly news and does wintergreen share his vacation photos with us? Nooooo! I guess chivalry is not completely dead

PlacentiaSoccerMom wrote:

wintergreen48 wrote:Well, now that I am technically unemployed, I felt the need for a short vacation, so I went down to Key West for a few days (courtesy of USAir, which generously gave me a lot of frequent flyer miles; I wanted to use them up before they disappear, as happened with United. And Delta. And American).

Well again. Key West is a really neat place, very laid back. Whereas New Orleans is 'let the good times roll' (in a decadent fashion), Key West is 'don't worry, be happy' in the best possible way. My ambition was to become totally satiated with key lime pie and margaritas, and I did come close (you can NEVER have TOO MUCH key lime pie or TOO MANY margaritas).

But there was one hint of decadence. Whilst walking down Duval Street late the first afternoon, I happened to see a young lady walking toward me with her boyfriend (or her john, hard to tell). She was wearing some very tight jeans ('tight' as in 'spray painted on') that were also very low cut, and she apparently forgot to pull up the zipper. How low cut were these unzippered jeans? Let's just say, it was obvious that she was a natural brunette.

OK, the next day, about the same time in the late afternoon, I happened to see her again. She was with a different guy this time, and he was pushing a baby stroller. She was somewhat more formally dressed now, wearing a sarongy kind of skirt that was pinned up to her hip on the left side. Which would have been, um, kind of revealing, even if she had been wearing underpants. Which she was not. And don't ask me about piercings, because I CANNOT go there.

13 years of Catholic school did NOT prepare me for this.

Were you stalking her?

Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection.

wbtravis007 wrote:
Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection.

And the award for Best Use of Typographical Subtlety goes to....

silvercamaro wrote:

wbtravis007 wrote:
Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection.

And the award for Best Use of Typographical Subtlety goes to....

made me laugh

silvercamaro wrote:

wbtravis007 wrote:
Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection.

And the award for Best Use of Typographical Subtlety goes to....

Thanks. What did I win?

Okay, then, let's see if I can cross the line of good taste with this question to wintergreen: Are you sure that was a mole?

Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection

One of my all time favorite things I had to do was when I had to call a (very stuffy, stick-up-the-wazzu) female attorney and point out to her that she might want to correct her most recent filing, a document that included the title of the Department of Pubic Health and Human Services. That, and a call to the attorney who was requesting the judge to fairly divide a couples' marital asses.


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tlynn78 wrote:

Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection

One of my all time favorite things I had to do was when I had to call a (very stuffy, stick-up-the-wazzu) female attorney and point out to her that she might want to correct her most recent filing, a document that included the title of the Department of Pubic Health and Human Services. That, and a call to the attorney who was requesting the judge to fairly divide a couples' marital asses.


t.

ICM! I especially like the one about dividing the marital asses. Hilarious.



When you mentioned to that lady about the Department of Pubic Health, did it seem to make her feel crabby?

wbtravis007 wrote: When you mentioned to that lady about the Department of Pubic Health, did it seem to make her feel crabby?

When you mentioned to that lady about the Department of Pubic Health, did it seem to make her feel crabby?

She's perennialy crabby. Cranky, too.


t.

tlynn78 wrote:

Maybe she was stalking him -- trying to win him over with pubic displays of affection

One of my all time favorite things I had to do was when I had to call a (very stuffy, stick-up-the-wazzu) female attorney and point out to her that she might want to correct her most recent filing, a document that included the title of the Department of Pubic Health and Human Services. That, and a call to the attorney who was requesting the judge to fairly divide a couples' marital asses.


t.

Spell check does not always save your ass.