Whatever Makes You Feel Like a Rockstar...

Our much anticipated St. Paddy party started early.  Bloody Mary's and grouper reuben's are our Keys tradition and provide a good base for later reveling.  As a surprise to the party, Randy and I arranged a private plane to drop us in Key West for the night.  Somehow, we managed to get our little leprechaun's fed and in their finery and out the door by 9:30 ayem.  Much like herding cats, it almost took an act of congress to accomplish this AND keep the secret.

Arriving at Marathon airport, The Aviation North plane and pilot Dale (nice name!) was at the ready to escort us across the tarmac and load us up.  As we soared above the Keys, for the short flight west, we were treated to a view that was incomparable.  Crystal clear waters of aqua, turquoise, emerald and teal colors left us all a little slack jawed with the natural beauty.  The sun cast a mesmerizing silver sparkle over white masted sailboats and islands.  All too soon, we landed at the Key West Airport.  Upon arrival, Niece Nicole remarked that people were wondering what kind of 'shit show' was trotting across the tarmac. Rock Star status-firmly in place. Shamrocks and kilts secured, we were ready to rock.

After settling into our rental house, the day went off with all the usual shenanigans.  We laughed, ate, drank and observed.  Some of us may have done a jig....And Dale was there to pilot us back home the next morning.

Thanks go out to my brother-in-law and sister (the true Rockstar's)  for providing the air transport that made for this amazing day.  I can fully recommend them, and Dale for all your private plane needs.

Happy St. Paddy's Day!  XO