Showing posts with label St. Petersburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Petersburg. Show all posts

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Sunday April 5th

And now it's time to say goodbye to St. Pete. We stayed on Sunday just long enough to have lunch at Philthy Phil's, where we enjoyed another great meal, and saw dolphins jumping in the Intracoastal. We love it on the West Coast of Florida and can't wait to come back.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Saturday April 4th


Saturday we spent most of the morning recovering from a long night on Friday. We hardly slept in our crappy hotel room, and rolled out of bed around 11 to grab some food (and pina coladas). We ended up at the Undertow and then the Don Cesar (which is probably the only classy hotel in St. Pete) where I miraculously found the only VERY LARGE snake on the property, stepped on it, screamed, stepped on it again as I danced away, and then finally screamed so loud that both pools full of people stopped to stare at me. I didn't know whether to panic, freak out, throw up, feel sorry for the snake, or die from embarrassment. I chose the latter two and we kept drinking.

We stopped just long enough to take a nap before dinner at Ceviche. Oh. My. God. Ceviche. Is. AMAZING. I cannot think of anything better in the world then Tapas and Sangria in a quaint cottage-style restaurant with dim lighting and uneven cobblestone floors.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Friday April 3rd


Friday! We drove to St. Pete Beach today to meet up with some of Boyfriend's friends. Some of the fun and ironic highlights of the night were a) you arrive in St. Pete only to find out that your crappy hotel choice #1 does not take AMEX, so you move on to seek out alternate crappy hotel choice #2 which DOES take AMEX, yet does not provide soap in the bathrooms. b) chicas you are with coin the term, "Big Girl" in reference to your protective nature and willingness to confront those that bang on their bathroom doors (note: Strongbow beer in hand) yet when "Big Girl" shots come around, you no longer claim this as your name c) T, boy-genius (literally) drinks far too much and projectile-barfs outside of Liz's condo...yet he's able to contain himself for the entire 35 minute cab ride home...oh, and did you catch the mention that he is a genius? yep.

 
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