How was our first night in Florida? After driving a thousand miles, walking 3 miles on the beach, breathing in large doses of sea air, not to mention the excitement of dinner, we were beat.
We settled into our unit nicely. Sue chose the pull out couch. Being the tough cookie that she is, she didn't even pull it out! I admire her grit with couch sleeping abilities (a feat she had demonstrated earlier while pet sitting at my house).
In the bedroom with the monstrous king sized bed, I fluffed the pillows and chose some mindless entries from Reader's Digest for my final wind-down. On the other side of the wall, I could hear my neighbor's television. It wasn't too bad, but I was hoping they'd turn it off soon.
Be careful what you wish for. They turned it off. I sighed in relief and began to reach over to turn off the light. Then it began. Moaning, grunting. Oh yeah. Apparently the sea air filled my neighbors with amour. I promptly hopped out of bed to report this to Sue.
It is one thing to have to hear this, and quite worse to hear it while feeling quite shut out of the process. So I went into the bathroom and allowed plenty of time before I returned to my room. All quiet on the western (their room did face west) front. Phew.
And even better, we've moved on up (queue Jefferson theme song) to the 6th floor, ocean front room. Better view and hopefully celibate neighbors.
Cajun Peach Lemonade.
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