It was an epic day-St. Paddy's Day in the Florida Keys. As usual, the day dawned sunny and gorgeous with endless shenanigan possibilities. Lassie Shannon (O'Sullivan-Adams) assumed her usual position at our stove and served up her famous o' luscious grouper reubens. Long moments were spent calculating our o'ffensive Irish monikers. We decided and promptly abandoned the idea of actually using these o'stupid names! Irish buddy, Frank O'Shea joined us for breakfast but had to hit the road before the whiskey came out. Probably a smart move, Frankie!
The tough decisions were made and all decided that bar hopping by boat would win out over Irish Kevin's in Key West. 'Supplies' iced down, we boarded the BabyLove and made our way over to the sand bar. Efforts were made to hold down our kilts-true Irishmen that we are...'I'm Shippin' up to Boston' and the 'Unicorn' was blaring over the usual Pitbull heard at the sandbar. Revelers cheered and fist pumped as the green team slowly cruised by. A very unlikely fact was observed-kilts CAN actually garner more attention than thong bottoms! For a moment anyways....
The day progressed as you might guess and we were treated to a magnificent Keys sunset on the way back. If you haven't seen one-put it on your list. The luck 'o the Irish blessed us once again with the perfect day-and the o'perfect friends to spend it with.
Happy St. Paddy's Day! XOXO
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