|Yes. I know that she is way too pretty to be with me. Shhhh.|
|Lorri's dad driving her to the airport (not really Lorri's dad, or Lorri, pictured above).|
On the phone, her brother (being the romantic type) suggested that I leave her at the airport, fly to Florida, and hope that she could catch a later flight (yes, ladies, he IS available and looking!). I opted to wait it out. I'd said that the ocean was overrated anyhow and that we had cash and a week off, so why not go to Southern Missouri or something in the car?
|This is a photo of THE wallet, taken moments after boarding the flight.|
|Islamorada in the Florida Keys.|
|This photo was taken just beneath the dock, mere inches from Lorri's feet as she got out of the water.|
|Me in the bar in Key West (not really me, but the facial expression is pretty close).|
|War is Hell.|
|Are those hives on her right arm??? Wait. Let's take a closer look...|
|Yikes! Yep. Definitely hives...or some sort of leprosy.|
Since there is no better time than a hangover to try fresh, raw oysters for the first time, I ordered some and encouraged her to try one. It was the last one she ate. I ate the rest and struggled to keep them all down. At first, we weren't sure about the rash. Was it all of the shellfish or the tropical sun? It was the sun. As it turns out, many northerners experience a sort of allergic reaction to the intense rays of the tropical sun.
|Earnest Hemingway's House.|
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