End of the earth

Been busy this summer with work, and packing, and traveling to Palm Springs (where Jack has been camping out since mid-July) ... but I did find time for another short trip to Florida to see my friend Steve. Had a "positive space" pass that expired in early August, so it worked out well and I didn't have to try to fly standby.

Steve and I ate a lot of Cuban sandwiches, worked out at his gym (which is themed like a Moroccan whorehouse), went to a bear pool party (where I saw old neighbor Frank, aka Jack Radcliffe), and best of all, took a driving trip down to Key West, one of the few remaining gay resorts in the U.S. I haven't been to yet. Here's us in key West:



Key West was disappointing -- decrepit, many abandoned houses (the economy plays havoc on vacation homes), not very gay or funky, like I'd always heard Key West was, back in the day. Still, I was able to:

• eat conch


• see the sunset over the Gulf


• eat Cuban sandwiches


• stop by Hemingway's watering hole, Sloppy Joes


• eat chocolate-dipped frozen Key lime pie on a stick


• eat more Cuban sandwiches


• sweat like a pig in the heat and humidity of early-August Florida. What was I thinking?