So it's Friday morning and for most people who still have jobs this presages the beginning of the weekend. What better way to spend the weekend than flinging off your clothes and sitting down at a bar with a bunch of strangers to get drunk together?
The Naked Lunch, a nude restaurant failed and was replaced by El Alamo, a fully dressed bar of recent memory, but the Garden of Eden ploughs along happily at the top of the Bull and Whistle building on Duval Street.
Even if I weren't working this weekend I could think of many ways to spend the time, even with a beer without taking my clothes off and sitting on a stool recently vacated by another nude patron. One could I suppose stop off on the ground floor and retreat from the 90 degree heat in the Bull itself.
I've never been to the Garden of Eden not the one at the headwaters of the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers nor yet at the one at the top of the Bull and Whistle Bar.
I'm sure we're all very relieved about that. The walls of the Bull are lined with paintings of people famous in Key West, Audubon, Flagler, Buffett, Tennessee Williams and Papa of course; everyone wants a bit of him.
Bushes at the top, balconies in the middle and murals at the bottom.
It would be no bad thing to be there tonight celebrating the start of the weekend. I'll be dispatching, so no beer for me.
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Bobby works the 2nd floor bar. There are three distinct bars- the Bull, the Whistle, and the Garden of Eden.
I rebuilt Bobby's Harley over the holidays - a total swappie over three days. Ask him apout it sometime.
The wrench on Fleming,
Chuck.
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