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somebodyisfromhere.com
The destination destination.
| Florida: Where Even Spaceships Make Sense. |
<<< Southwest Airlines is like the Catholic schools of airlines. They run things a
little differently, but in the end they are pretty efficient. So, on
Somebodyisfromhere.com's flight a stewardess was singing about the descent or,
you know, god knows what, and his ear felt as if it was legitimately going to fall off
from the pressure. It was one of those sensations in which
Somebodyisfromhere.com not only questioned whether he wanted to be a
conversational travel writer any longer, but he also whether he ever wanted to
leave his town, his house, his bedroom, or his bed ever again. Then he looked out
his window towards Tampa and to his surprise he looked down at fireworks. As if
sacrificing one sense for another, vision for hearing, he remembered why he
traveled and was confident that this would be a good trip indeed.
little differently, but in the end they are pretty efficient. So, on
Somebodyisfromhere.com's flight a stewardess was singing about the descent or,
you know, god knows what, and his ear felt as if it was legitimately going to fall off
from the pressure. It was one of those sensations in which
Somebodyisfromhere.com not only questioned whether he wanted to be a
conversational travel writer any longer, but he also whether he ever wanted to
leave his town, his house, his bedroom, or his bed ever again. Then he looked out
his window towards Tampa and to his surprise he looked down at fireworks. As if
sacrificing one sense for another, vision for hearing, he remembered why he
traveled and was confident that this would be a good trip indeed.
Florida has always perpetuated itself on the appearance of providing an alternate universe. Look at Disney; it's based on the premise in which
there's not only a society of constant happiness but in this jubilant world there would be super sized rodents wearing gloves.
Well the same can be said about the Gulf Shores. Only in this alternate Universe, Americans still care about the space program.
Somebodyisfromhere.com's senses might not have been completely reliable. After all, he was sitting at the tiki bar drinking rum runners for a
few hours. Still, he heard a loud bang in the distance and watched the locals get pretty damned excited.
It was the kind of sound in which elsewhere your first action would be "Was that a gunshot?" Eventually, hopefully, you realize it was one of
those explainable alternative noises like a firecracker or a car backfiring. At the beach, Somebodyisfromhere.com thought it might have to do
with a boat. Floridians know better and search the horizon.
On Saturday, the sky was too hazy for the patrons of the tiki bar to see the Discovery land in Cape Canaveral. So that opportunity was missed.
On TV, the Division II basketball tournament was on (where the hell is Findlay? Well, I checked. It's Ohio.) and the local channels cut in to show
the shuttle land. There's something charming about watching Somebodyisfromhere.com's tax money at work for Nasa. Furthermore, it's
precious to watch a cluster of people clinging to something the rest of the world has moved on from, like an old lady refusing to upgrade to a
flat screen just because.
The tiki bar was located at the Doubletree Beach Resort Tampa Bay / Redington Beach, a more worldly way of saying Redington Beach. A
night and a view of the Gulf on, for example, Saturday, April 4th would cost $354.
Doubletree's tiki bar, Somebodyisfromhere.com hates to dwell on the tiki bar, closes at around 11 much like the other bars in North Redington.
Another such bar is The Conch Republic, a Jimmy Buffet feelin' restaurant named after a mock Key West independence movement in 1982
that "seceded where others failed."
It's like the town closes early to remind you that this is the kind of place that is best enjoyed in the morning. If you aren't one for the beach in
the morning, there is always the Waffle House option.
Older folks could go to dinner at the Wine Cellar where patrons under 60 years old might be a surprise. There's a dance floor where the
elders slow maneuver to live music. All of which is cute in a Florida kind of way, at least, when the (real) NCAA Tournament isn't on. You see,
the Wine Cellar doesn't have TV's.
Redington Beach is a laid back kinda of town. Doubletree offers chairs by the water, breakfast with windows, and a tiki bar to spend the
afternoon. If you're looking for a laid back time, then Reddington is out of this world (Ha. Ha. Get it? Do you?).
there's not only a society of constant happiness but in this jubilant world there would be super sized rodents wearing gloves.
Well the same can be said about the Gulf Shores. Only in this alternate Universe, Americans still care about the space program.
Somebodyisfromhere.com's senses might not have been completely reliable. After all, he was sitting at the tiki bar drinking rum runners for a
few hours. Still, he heard a loud bang in the distance and watched the locals get pretty damned excited.
It was the kind of sound in which elsewhere your first action would be "Was that a gunshot?" Eventually, hopefully, you realize it was one of
those explainable alternative noises like a firecracker or a car backfiring. At the beach, Somebodyisfromhere.com thought it might have to do
with a boat. Floridians know better and search the horizon.
On Saturday, the sky was too hazy for the patrons of the tiki bar to see the Discovery land in Cape Canaveral. So that opportunity was missed.
On TV, the Division II basketball tournament was on (where the hell is Findlay? Well, I checked. It's Ohio.) and the local channels cut in to show
the shuttle land. There's something charming about watching Somebodyisfromhere.com's tax money at work for Nasa. Furthermore, it's
precious to watch a cluster of people clinging to something the rest of the world has moved on from, like an old lady refusing to upgrade to a
flat screen just because.
The tiki bar was located at the Doubletree Beach Resort Tampa Bay / Redington Beach, a more worldly way of saying Redington Beach. A
night and a view of the Gulf on, for example, Saturday, April 4th would cost $354.
Doubletree's tiki bar, Somebodyisfromhere.com hates to dwell on the tiki bar, closes at around 11 much like the other bars in North Redington.
Another such bar is The Conch Republic, a Jimmy Buffet feelin' restaurant named after a mock Key West independence movement in 1982
that "seceded where others failed."
It's like the town closes early to remind you that this is the kind of place that is best enjoyed in the morning. If you aren't one for the beach in
the morning, there is always the Waffle House option.
Older folks could go to dinner at the Wine Cellar where patrons under 60 years old might be a surprise. There's a dance floor where the
elders slow maneuver to live music. All of which is cute in a Florida kind of way, at least, when the (real) NCAA Tournament isn't on. You see,
the Wine Cellar doesn't have TV's.
Redington Beach is a laid back kinda of town. Doubletree offers chairs by the water, breakfast with windows, and a tiki bar to spend the
afternoon. If you're looking for a laid back time, then Reddington is out of this world (Ha. Ha. Get it? Do you?).