We checked into our Key West hotel

A cute Victorian building

Chickens in the front yard

Sloping floors and flaking paint

Overloaded with tchotchke

Hand written no smoking signs

If only those walls could speak

We sat on the small balcony drinking cocktails

Watching the people walking below

Casually dressed tourists clutching their adult beverages

People come here to party and it never stops

We decided to walk over to Duval street

Carrying our drinks like a badge of honor

We melted into the crowds

Most of the shops offering touristy memorabilia

Pausing to laugh at the rude T shirts slogans

An overweight drag queen beckoned us to watch a show

Loud music was billowing from the bar inside

We were far too sober for that type of entertainment

Golf carts full of drunks rolled along the street

They were all happy drunks

We found a nice place for dinner

Our table was on a second floor balcony

A fabulous meal was served

The drinks continued to flow 

It was after eleven when we finished eating

We ordered a final drink

The crowds below were thinning out

Stopping at Vinos wine bar for a final final drink

We reflected on a fun day and evening

Speculating on how much will will remember tomorrow

Before leaving we ordered a final final final drink

Eventually rolling into Mr Z’s late night pizza place

A greasy slice was soon nestling in our boozy stomachs 

Minutes later we were back at the hotel

Pouring a final final final final glass of whisky

We slept soundly that night