HuskyHawk
The triumphant return of the Blues Brothers.
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When I was 22 it seemed like a good idea to drive from CT to Key West with a couple of buddies.
This was bad. I remember thinking what an idiot I was for thinking we were “almost there” when we got to Miami.
We stayed at El Patio Motel and played “Ignition Remix” on repeat all week.
We had a lot frozen drinks with extra shots of 151 and a lot of beer.
I fell in love with a dancer.
There was a tiny pizza joint near southernmost point that had very… interesting… videos playing on loop. Pizza was trash but it hit the spot late at night.
The drive back was pure torture.
Basically… if you want to have a good time in Key West… don’t do any of these things.
Reminds me somewhat of my drive to Hilton Head from CT around that age, except I remember it fondly. Three UConn guys. We stayed at my parents' house (they were not there) near Beaufort, an hour and change away. First night we spent the night on the beach with a band and some Michelob the bar sold out the back door. Drove home, napped, drove back to the beach. Then home, showered, back to bars, then home. Put that on repeat for a week. The driving home at 2-3 AM was...unwise. More due to tiredness than alcohol. Place was loaded with ACC and SEC people. Briefly fell in love with a U Tennessee girl. Started speaking with a southern accent. Saw an awesome Hendrix cover band at the Old Post Office Emporium, sadly now closed. Learned that last call there meant they couldn't sell booze, but they could sell you a bucket of Rolling Rock at 1:55 AM and you didn't need to leave. Played beach volleyball with Marines from Parris Island and held our own.
Even in your case. You obviously got memories. Making memories is a good thing.