Nothing but a rooster at Key West

I had nothing to do yesterday so I decided to go to Key West in the morning. My company got me a rental car during my stay in Miami and luckily the rental place gave me a free upgrade to a convertible.

Unfortunately once I got there I couldn't find a hotel. Everything was booked. I parked the car at a random hotel parking lot, walked around, got some lunch, and drove back. This was the only picture I managed to take. A rooster and a hen in a random parking lot. I looked around to see where they could have come from. But found nothing. Weird.

I did get a tan. Well, half body farmer tan thanks to the 3+ hour drive each way.

Ice cream cones

Just a quick one. I'm in Miami doing some freelance work. The partner I'm working with at this agency has a tendency to stick his hand down his pants. Down his underwear. Constantly. And right in front of me. We drove to the McD's drive-thru to pick up some ice cream. The drive-thru cashier hands it to him and the moment I see his hand touch the cone I realize–

He hasn't washed his hands.

The cone is my favorite part.

Is Scientology such a scary thing?

All I know of Scientology is what I saw on South Park. And that Tom Cruise is crazy.

As I was walking around aimlessly yesterday taking pictures I came across a woman dressed in a nice suit and a silk scarf tied around her neck. She was handing out flyers. Most people avoid flyers but the least I could do is take one – she may have been standing there all day. As I kept walking she came in pursuit. You're not supposed to follow me. I take your flyer and keep going. But she started talking about Dienetics as she pointed to the Scientology church, building, compound, whatever on the corner. They have a 'show' every 15 minutes. She didn't even ask me if I had a few minutes to spare or if I was interested. She just told me to follow her. Um, crazy, I'm not following you. She was stern and tried a little longer to recruit. I was waiting for her accomplice to come up behind me and throw a sack over my head.

No means no.

Rain rain

San Francisco weather is slightly miserable at the moment. It's been raining just about every day for the past month and the forecast doesn't seem to want to waver. Every now and then, we get our periods of rain but this is crrrrazzzzy. It makes me want to lay on the couch and watch movies all day. While eating. A lot. Delicious little snacks and cheeses with crusty sourdough bread. And chocolate cake. Mmmm. Chocolate cake.

The rain reminds me of the only raincoat I've ever had. I was seven. Much to my disappointment and complaints, my mom took me to Broad Street in Newark. I hated Broad Street. The junkies, beggers, and crazies scared me. But she liked to shop there because there was so much cheap junk to browse through. And the knock-offs. Oh, the knock-offs. While on her hunt for something probably very ridiculous like a back-scratcher or homely multi-color knit sweater It began to pour. She bought me a red raincoat with a ginormous Coca-Cola logo on the back. I only wore it once.