Saturday, October 25, 2014

Fantasy Fest 2014, Local's Parade 2

Frances Street at the start of my favorite Fantasy Fest event (the kink fest at the Island House For Men is not on my radar).

A mobile bar complete with unbearably loud music all powered by a  a generator. Too bad they only dispensed gnats piss- Bud and Lite. Much appreciated nonetheless:
Hot cats:
 The effect was spoiled by the hairy legs. Just my opinion.
Fantasy Fest is all smoke and mirrors. I mean, who knew you  could buy a tattoo design top?

My mirror image when I'm out riding, chaps an old helmet and a big smile. Not forgetting the Yuengling...
Kids..? Not alone apparently. One would like to think they will grow up with a well balanced view of life. In all its variety. 
 Free range roosters or what:

I cannot imagine how this Monty Python character was planning to walk 12 blocks to Duval dressed like this:

This dude was  slugging a bottle of white wine, thank heavens for modern screw tops, but he advised his ex-wife, the head on the pole, was not partaking and did not approve. He was clearly working out some issues this Fantasy Fest.
 Really, who says Fantasy Fest is for adults only?
 Aside from the hat and the codpiece this dude, below was all paint and a smile.

 Couldn't not have an Ebola dude in all this chaos, now could we?

I tried to imagine Cheyenne a) wearing a  grass skirt and b) posing with me (also in  a grass skirt). My imagination failed me on all counts.

I saw this woman standing and  staring into the distance down Frances Street as I walked back to my Bonneville. She looked sad waiting for someone who had missed the parade and would never come. She told me she was actually holding the parking space for a friend and she laughed when I told her my thoughts. She liked my picture of her:
 I liked this lot, below, late to the party yet cheerful. Distracted possibly by their message.
I repaired to Sandys for a large con leche and some cheese bread. A funny thing happened an old Cuban dude was in line in front pf me and asked in Spanish if I wanted coffee, so I replied yes in Spanish, si for those of you language impaired, thinking he was asking about my intended purchase. Not at all. He whipped out a large plastic cup and a small plastic thimble and poured me a buchi from his colada. Serious caffeiene for a long night ahead. 
I got my con leche and sandwich and rode off to one more intense night in dispatch. I miss the long quiet nights of summer.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Fantasy Fest 2014 Local's Parade 1

My favorite part of Fantasy Fest didn't let me down and the Local's Parade, known to the business sponsors as the Masquerade March put on a display for more or less elaborate costumes and less overt nudity than in years past, by my estimation. The weather was perfect, sunny breezy and low humidity and it was all lovely under the trees on Frances Street.
Squeeze the nipples if you dare, apparently they beep. Sounds like fun.
"We are going to hell." Their theory included me, with a glint in their eyes. Eternity could be a very long time.
They call themselves bananimes:

Key West can be bad for you. Wears you down. The end.
The Japanese cartoons known as anime are outside my cultural scope. These are supposedly a representation of Hello Kitty. Enjoy.

My dominatrix. Her whip was a bit small actually for my taste.
Chaos on Frances Street. Controlled but chaotic. Some people tried to drive cars through this mess. Duh: find an alternative.
I'm not certain which speedo I liked best. Your choice:

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Drowning, Not Living.

My neighbor popped across the street to re-introduce himself after a summer spent in Minnesota (poor bugger) and he was all teeth and happiness under the drizzle. Don't be afraid of the weather he said, reminding me of rugby coaches at the Hogwarts of my misspent childhood. His enthusiasm was not infectious. I liked the greenery of New England this past summer, the shadows cast by big deciduous trees, thick hedgerows, long slow descents into dusk and darkness. Great stuff, but winter is unbearable, fog and frost dripping off cold and leafless limbs.

I am happy under bright sunshine, hard shadows, heat haze on the turquoise waters, sweat running down my arms, dripping over my eyebrows, I love the lubrication of heat, life lived in primary colors.
In Oregon they expect this misery, in San Diego they pray for it as they are about to die of dehydration.

In the Keys I loathe this endless endless heavy cold rain. Photographs on Duval? I wish. My one night off and Cheyenne and I are trapped at home with tea and a crappy book. Bugger this.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Pet Parade

Lots of activity at the Casa Marina Resort, but no pet parade. Rain stopped play. The big question for these frustrated would-be participants: How do we get our money back?