The title of my book about life in Pensacola: "If there is anything more gratifying than snorting coke off a hookers ass, I haven't found it".

No I'm of course not really going to write a book because no one would publish any stupid book I wrote anyway and I don't even have enough attention span to read a fucking book, let alone write one.
But in my Walter Mitty mode I have begun to write one in my head.

What inspires it is experiencing three things.
One, two different people telling me: "Why don't you move to San Francisco where you can live amongst people like yourself"?
And then several days ago sitting with yelladawg in front of the City Grocery drinking beer and contemplating Pensacola.
And this morning reading that line on this message forum. The line was written by slice18 in the Charlie Sheen thread immediately followed by Azadeh replying: "same here".

What I love most about P'Cola, and what yelladawg and I decided, is that P'Cola is a wonderful unique melting pot. We have slice18 and Azadeh saying snorting coke off a hooker's ass is the most gratifying thing of all. But we also have Rev Carl Gallups and his flock and his WEBY radio audience believing the most bizarre and surreal stuff known to man. We have the navy presence and all that variety of ideas brought in from all over. We have tourists from the entire eastern United States and now from Europe and some of them relocate here and contribute all those different ideas. We have Vietnamese refugees and the very different culture they provide. We are "Lower Alabama" and part of "The Redneck Riviera" and all that entails. We're a coastal resort with beach bums and the fishing crowd and the boat crowd. We have some of the loudest and most talented lawyers in the country. We have a national television host who is as full of Pensacola as we are. We have the good old boys and their political shenanigans. We have hurricanes. We have a significant African American population and a significant redneck racist population. We are both a mecca for queers and at the same time one of the most queerphobic communities in the country. We have unique history being the first goddamn place the Europeans ever settled in North America. We have the contribution of all that wonderful New Orleans culture because many of them have chosen Pensacola as their vacation retreat and then relocated here. We are one of the buckles of the Bible Belt but we also have people without any of those ideas. We have very poor people and very wealthy people. We have academia and we have illiteracy.
And the list goes on and on and on and on.

So my answer to those who say "why don't you move to San Francisco?" is this. Frankly, San Francisco would bore me.
I just spent a week in Washington D.C. and hell that bored me. Same reaction to several days in Key West in the spring. I've been in Mobile and Tallahassee and Montgomery and that bores me. I've been to a lot of places in the United States and compared to Pensacola, they ALL bore me.
That's why.

Very well said...........I also love hear about how stupid we are and how we have been doing it wrong all these years..........what you poor folks need is a.............. Back where I came from we did it this.............

My apologies to Azadeh for misspelling her name as Azadeah.

[edit] spelling now corrected.

The last time I was in LA (the one in California) I was driving on the Pasadena Freeway and all of a sudden my eyes got to burning so bad I couldn't even see to drive. Here I was in 12 lanes of traffic going 70 mph per hour and I almost lost my vision. Getting the rental car pulled over to the side of the freeway after losing my eyesight was one of the harriest things I've ever had to do.
In Pensacola our freeway is a joy to ride on. I especially like the part I call "the freeway in the trees". That's when you're on the elevated part just south of the Maxwell exit. The trees are right alongside the elevated roadway and it's just a really comfortable scene for driving.
I wouldn't live in LA if it was the last place on earth.

And that's even though I'm a lifelong movie buff. And you might think that's an inconsistency but you'd be wrong about that too.
If I was living in LA I might get to see those celebrities walk down the red carport or something. But that will never compare to the experience I had in yelladawg's art studio about a week ago.
yelladawg and I have made acqaintance with a local musician who started out in filmmaking. He is engaged in a real live legitimate indie movie project which will be filmed in Crowley, Louisiana (south Louisiana is now one the country's centers of filmmaking). He's just coming off another indie film project which was made in Mobile. But this one is the real mccoy with a $3 million indie budget and a well-known personality as the lead actress. Getting the chance to talk to him was one of the thrills of my life. For the first time, I actually got inside the movie making world. He took me into every aspect of it. It was like a butcher showing you the sausage making machine for the first time.

I could live in LA for the rest of my life and never have that opportunity. Only in P'Cola.

I want to go back to Key West... but this time during Fantasy Fest.

If you've never heard of Fantasy Fest, do a Google Image search. It can get pretty intense.

Christine and I have an agreement. You can look but not touch. Works for me.

Yomama wrote:I want to go back to Key West... but this time during Fantasy Fest.

If you've never heard of Fantasy Fest, do a Google Image search. It can get pretty intense.

Christine and I have an agreement. You can look but not touch. Works for me.

I've been told all about Fantasy Fest by several different folk. It sounds like a hoot and I'd like to see it.
Once. Same as I liked being on Bourbon Street on Fat Tuesday. Once. With emphasis on ONCE in regards to both.
Just as I liked being in my car and coming within 150 feet of the vortex of a tornado which was peeling the walls off the marina next to the old Bayou Chico bridge. That was also a hoot. Once. lol

BUT I would never want to live on Duval Street or on Bourbon Street or 150 feet from a tornado.
Give me good ole Brownsville any old day.

p.s. and yes I realize I'm LIVING IN hurricane alley. But I'm on high ground and away from the waterfront so it's not really that scary.

Yomama wrote:I want to go back to Key West... but this time during Fantasy Fest.

If you've never heard of Fantasy Fest, do a Google Image search. It can get pretty intense.

Christine and I have an agreement. You can look but not touch. Works for me.

yes come on down, maybe you can be free fare for the new GMO moquitos