One thing no one warns you about when you move to Florida -- at least when you move to the Florida coast. Casual is key. I felt completely overdressed for a job interview I just went to this week. Required navy suit, check. Portfolio and resume in a nice folder - check. Heels - check. You know the drill. I walk in and sit in the lobby waiting. That's when I notice that everyone is wearing jeans or khakis, shorts, T-shirts. Fun is the best word to describe the whole place. I really want to work there. So hopefully, they'll realize that I own other clothes.
It's a pirates life for me. Yes, after spending the weekend watching a pirate ship invade our little portion of the bay and hearing "aargh" more times than we can count, my little granddaughters have been transformed from princesses to pirates.
That's ok. They are cute 3 and 4 year olds. But this weekend was a bit unnerving. Seems some residents of Treasure Island really think they are pirates. Really.
Pictures soon, promise. Also in the next few days look for a redesign of the site with possibly a new name. :)
We're here. Florida. First impression: For a laid-back beach community, things sure move fast, cars, people...
I'm feeling a little like a fish out of water (pun intended) but give me a few weeks and I'm sure I'll feel like a native.
We ventured out to the beach today. It was hot. Despite the 55 + sun proof block we put on, we managed to get a little tan. It's really cool to walk across the street to the beach, or half block the other way to the fishing dock. We saw dophins swimming near the dock yesterday.
I saw the "bikini" in a whole new light today. Those of us in the middle of the country anguish over the perfect swimsuit and how we'll look in it. Here, the bikini is the suit of choice (not me -- let me stress - not me.) The two piece 1/4 yard of fabric is worn here by every size and shape. Ladies with more mid-section than ass wear them. A 70+ man was wearing a thong one today. At least he looked like a man, except for the full bikini top. Really, nice rack. He had long hair and was bald.
So, as I said, the bikini is a whole new experience in Florida.
No one blinks an eye or looks twice on our beach -- Treasure Island beach -- which usually draws the regular time share crowd and locals. Summer people. It will be a different experience this winter.
Because we live on Treasure Island, all references to pirates are constant. We're planning on watching the third pirate movie tonight at the local theater and then tomorrow, the local "pirate" festival will lure us to John's Pass where we'll watch a pirate invasion and go on a treasure hunt.
Then, we'll go down to Paradise Island and don parrot hats for a Jimmy Buffett concert. Yeah, we're still in "vacation" mode. Work starts next week, so I'll decide then whether I'm going to like "living" in Florida.