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So yesterday I was off to watch the Minimal Regatta, one of Key West's many silly events. Basically, it's a boat race, and whoever wants to enter can, but the catch is they have to all build their boats from the same minimal materials, which are basically a certain number of pieces of plywood, fasteners, and duct tape. The packages are sold by a local hardware store. The event, which is yet another excuse to drink, is also a charitable fund raiser (I think), and is hilarious.
Because I rock, I no longer watch it from the docks like the common peons, but from my friend's boat which is docked right there. So while the masses are sweating balls all grouped together on the docks and waiting forever for their drinks from the overworked bar staff, I, with some select friends, am enjoying the nice comfort of shade on a private boat with a cooler of beer. What can I say? It's good to be me.
Anyway, on the way to the boat, I stopped at a nearby convenience store for beer and ice. I picked up two twelve-packs of Corona (because I am a nice guy like that) and two bags of ice (because the cooler needed it). And I asked the lady behind the counter if she had a box I could load the ice into, as I had to walk two blocks to the boat. And she actually found a box in the back that was perfect. And that is when I had a bout of Stupiditis.
After paying her for the ice and beer, I threw the ice in the box, put the beer on top of the box, lifted it all up....and in my attempt to get a better grip on this mass of party supplies, managed to knock an entire display of lighters off the counter! The look on her face was one of "I can't believe I have to put up with this shit!" I apologized, asked if anything was broken (I would have paid for it), but she basically said it was all good, with the tone of "Please get out of my store before you cause any more havoc!"
So I fled. And got a boon from above that might disprove the whole karma theory. Because I ran into a guy who was also heading to the boat, and he had a scooter....and basically transported the beer and ice to the boat, which was far better (and easier) than my carrying it all two blocks! Again, it really is good to be me.
And yeah, I had a blast at the Regatta, and got way too drunk, and went out to dinner with my friend Little Red afterwards, at a restaurant that has the best beef carpaccio EVAH! All in all, a lovely Sunday in the tropics! But I still feel bad about knocking that lighter display over!
Because I rock, I no longer watch it from the docks like the common peons, but from my friend's boat which is docked right there. So while the masses are sweating balls all grouped together on the docks and waiting forever for their drinks from the overworked bar staff, I, with some select friends, am enjoying the nice comfort of shade on a private boat with a cooler of beer. What can I say? It's good to be me.
Anyway, on the way to the boat, I stopped at a nearby convenience store for beer and ice. I picked up two twelve-packs of Corona (because I am a nice guy like that) and two bags of ice (because the cooler needed it). And I asked the lady behind the counter if she had a box I could load the ice into, as I had to walk two blocks to the boat. And she actually found a box in the back that was perfect. And that is when I had a bout of Stupiditis.
After paying her for the ice and beer, I threw the ice in the box, put the beer on top of the box, lifted it all up....and in my attempt to get a better grip on this mass of party supplies, managed to knock an entire display of lighters off the counter! The look on her face was one of "I can't believe I have to put up with this shit!" I apologized, asked if anything was broken (I would have paid for it), but she basically said it was all good, with the tone of "Please get out of my store before you cause any more havoc!"
So I fled. And got a boon from above that might disprove the whole karma theory. Because I ran into a guy who was also heading to the boat, and he had a scooter....and basically transported the beer and ice to the boat, which was far better (and easier) than my carrying it all two blocks! Again, it really is good to be me.
And yeah, I had a blast at the Regatta, and got way too drunk, and went out to dinner with my friend Little Red afterwards, at a restaurant that has the best beef carpaccio EVAH! All in all, a lovely Sunday in the tropics! But I still feel bad about knocking that lighter display over!
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