Tomorrow is the big day. I started off this morning with a walk to
downtown Safety Harbor for breakfast. At a friendly, local place
a small group of guys came into the restaurant and the cook,
who knew them, yelled from the kitchen, "Give those guys
anything they want. And charge them for it."
In the
afternoon, Amy agreed to stay with mom (bless Amy) and Cliff
and I went to Ybor City and an exclusive, private party. We visited a
few of the bigger establishments in Ybor, but spent most of our time
in the small places that I like better. Cliff's lei is from the private party
with a beach theme. (Sorry, John, I didn't get your message about
Kim's daughter, Christine, working at Coyote Ugly in Ybor until we
were home -- maybe we will see her on Monday or Tuesday.)
After two hours of free parking on the street, we moved the car to a
parking lot. The guy said we were the last ones in at $10 and the evening
price was going to $20. He said, as he pulled the velcro $10 sign, "Look,
it's Bushenomics."
Cliff with random Steeler fans. We are one. And we are on a mission to
dominate Raymond James Stadium. (More about his lei, later.)
I like the shirt on the right, "Super Sixburgh."
The crowds kept growing throughout the afternoon and evening. Do you
see any red, Cardinals jerseys?
See any red jersey's, yet?
The Church of Scientology was passing out pamphlets. I doctored some
of them.
The Naked Cowboy was here from New York City.
This is how the bars were typically decorated. Apparently, they knew in
advance who their prime customers were going to be.
A local patron shows us her Bucs tattoo.
She thought we were a gay couple because Cliff wore his pastel lei
from the
private party.
The lei disappeared immediately.
I am holding my watch at 6:27 p.m., exactly 24 hours before kickoff.
I asked the fiesty manager if I could take a last picture of her yelling at us.
She reached under the bar and said, "I'll yell at you with this."